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You know what I absolutely detest about not having a computer in my room? Not being able to write and ramble whenever I feel like it! Actually using a pen and paper is way too taxing for my somewhat diminished physical abilities. I haven't actually written more than one or two letters (and a couple of diary entries, I guess) in 5 months. Uck.

Oooh you have no idea how my fingers itched to get on the keyboard. Bleargh. Unfortunately for me, these literary urges come at extremely inconvenient times - mainly VERY early in the morning when my parents are fast asleep and the only way for me to get to the computer is by breaking down their door and enduring their wrath. Which, incidentally, would be a permanent ban from ever going within 30 feet of the dratted thing.

Funny thing is, I usually have no clue what I want to write about. All I know is, I just want to write. Over the years I've written some pretty weirded out stuff. Some of which ended up in our ill-fated school mag (they were desperate enough to actually print my mindless blabberings, sigh). Oh well. Most of the more strange ramblings have never been seen by another human eye, and I intend to keep it that way.

But if I'm famous when I die, you guys have permission to publish whatever nonsense you can find as "works of an eccentric genius". Muahahaha. Hm.

Ack. Gotta stop now. S'late. Mum's gonna get up and 'ave mah 'ead soon. And Queer Eye's on. Hang on, Carson! I'm coming!

Bye all.