11/19/05
I hate life. I must'a gained a few pounds, as when I got on my scale, it said 'To be continued'. I can't read it, but I bet I know what it means. Stupid off the counter appliances. I don't know why I don't know how to read, yet I can still write. Oh well, nothing's gonna happen.
Waluigi told me to go to pre-school today. 5 minutes later, I got kicked out. Was it because I beat up that kid, or I wrote the ABC's backwards? Anyway, I found my DS. In was in my pocket all this time. Waluigi must'a put it there. It was all smashed.
I went to Gamestop. THe guy at the counter said he wouldn't accept my DS. I threatend to punch him. HE threatend to call the police. The cops laughed at me. Told me I write in diary, said it was a girl thing. I forgot what happened next, but I held a steering wheel in my hand that wasn't conected to the car, and a police cruiser was right next to me, flat like a pancake.
I didn't go to jail, but that darn scale won't tell me my weight. It just tells me that "I've given birth to a new chin." I forgot what happened next, but all I remember was bring a scale to Shoppers. I traded it for another scale. Those that aren't digital. I couldn't read it, but it made sense. If it broke, then that must mean that I am as light as a feather. Ah, life is getting better.
PS: I still can't read, so how the heck can I proofread this entry? Oh well, proofreading is for nerds and squares. I am round. My tummy is round, and that's all that matters.