*Todays journal was brought to you by the letter "F" and the numbor "6"...

*Do to several complaints about use of SEANEESE, I have included english tranlations for the difficult terms. Courtesy of the Sundance proof reading department at my work

THOUGHT FOR TODAY/// YES... I DO HATE YOU (UNLESS YOUR NAME IS BRITTINI, THEN I WUVS YOU SO MUCH)


Ello(English trans="HELLO") everyone, hows life... really, that's facinating... ya, that sounds nice... are you really... well done... and how's school... well that's nice... huh... weell... ya... that's err... right...oh .... ya.. uh.... OKOK... SHUT UP... save something for your autobiography. Geez you people talk to much. anyhooo... back to me.

My life(English trans="PARENTS GREATEST MISTAKE") is going smmmmmmmmoooooothly. I've done absolutely nothing constructive in the last week... I went to the gym a couple times, I'm trying to get all buff and hot... mainly I just hurt. The way I see it painful muscle spasms must be sexy(English trans="STATE OF BEING NOT GUIDO") . Right?
Um... ya... so like I said constructivity and my life have no conection... none at all... sorta like continuity and my writing... no connection... yep...
Not that theres really all that much wrong with doing nothing. I'm still working, however considering what I do for a living I can't really call that constructive. I'm just trying not to spend any money(English trans="STUFF I AINT GOT"), and save up to get my car registered. My current registation expired well over four month ago, making me a prime canadat(English trans="CANIDATE") for fines and possible inpound of my vehicle. It's not that I haven't had the money... it's the '04 sticker color you see... it's red... my car is green. I can't stand it when things clash... for some reason the Salt Lake City courts just don't understand this simple consept(English trans="CONCEPT").

In other news... not to alarm anyone... but I think I'm in love(English trans="ROUGH-SQUISHY-WET-MONKEY-BUTT-SLAPP'N") . No really stop laughing... I mean it... I just haven't met her quite yet, but I'm fairly confident that she should be along shortly. I know what she looks like, and how her voice sounds. I can already see her face, and all the goofy looks she'll give me. It'll be wonderful... and I won't be alone anymore... or unhappy. I'll fall asleep to the sound of her breathing every night... instead of the sound of my own tears trickling down my pillow....

Yes... well... if you'll all excuse me... I need a *sigh* tissue...

Sad stuff, no?

Till next time...

SEIZE THE KARP!(English trans="UMMM.... ACTUALLY WE'VE NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT HE'S TALKING ABOUT")