I have been reading old diary entries. Wow. What a silly little shoe schmuck I was.

It's fun to watch stuff blow up in a colorful manner. Yay America! Hahaha.

I think little gremlins crawled into my ears one night and are currently occupied in devouring my brain, or at least the portions of my brain that once allowed me to be civil in the presence of other people. I don't know why "one-eyed, one-horned, flying purple people eater" suddenly popped into my head, but that's kind of what I feel like. Ouch. What's wrong with me???

Well, I know partially what's irking me, but it shouldn't be irking me. But in a way, the fact that it shouldn't be irking me is irking me all the more, rendering the whole business all the more irksome, you know? Bah.

(I like the word 'irk', in all its forms.)

When I think about things that irk me, it tends to snowball and I recall things that irked me in the past. For some reason I was thinking of the time Bitchy McEvil (former flute teacher, in case you don't know) called to set up a lesson time for the upcoming semester, and also to bitch me out for not going to this summer flute thing. I got scared, that was the main reason I didn't go (don't want to get into that now). Stupid, I know. But then she went on and on about how I was "irresponsible" and shouldn't even be a music major and that I should "look into the medical field because there would be lots of jobs".

!!!!!!!!!

ACK. Yadda yadda yadda. Enough of that. I don't need to go there right now. I suddenly feel like erasing this entire entry, but that would be counterproductive. It is a damn diary, after all. Crabby bitter old geeks are allowed to complain!

*squints in the sister's direction*

Damn the gremlins. Damn them to Detroit. Goodnight all. :)

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