sprekk

there's a hideous scratching noise coming from the room above. i reckon that it's just the pipes and all being rubbish, but it's still driving me mad. what's sleep paralysis? because i think i had that last night. well, whatever it is, i don't know if i'm really alive at this moment. anyway, i'll be hitting the books in an hour probably. last night.. well actually at two this morning, i watered my little crack-a-head plant and i was alice in wonderland for about thirty-one seconds. is it natural for plants to move on their own in the dead of night? no, i don't reckon it is, so i was alice. the end. at first, i named my baby plant bubble, but then i thought that it made him sound too fragile, which he is, but i don't like to think so. his name is mister sprekk hode, which means crack head in norwegian, but i call him sprekk for short. isn't that cool? wow. i love naming things. i used to name almost every non-human thing i loved, but now i don't love too many things. i love sprekk though. he knows me.

how am i doing today? why i'm glad you asked, sir. i'm pleasant, but really angry. i thought about ripping my face off for a half-second, but thought it too painful and messy. wow. you guessed it.. still working on my will power. i want to have the strongest will power in the world. maybe stronger than wonder woman, but i don't reckon that's possible. i want to be strong enough to make clones out of myself to beat myself up when i feel like i need a beating.

i just watched angus, thongs, and perfect snogging again. aaron johnson is so charming and his voice is adorable. his character, robbie, is just the perfect example of the boy i want to have my date with on pluto.

oh and when you see someone you fancy, tell them: "jeg elsker deg" and don't tell him or her what it means because they'll actually already know.