Dear lame journal,

It's so weird talking to myself. I don't know. It's becoming a habit for me to talk to myself whenever I'm alone. Well, just FYI, I don't have an imaginary friend or some sort of that. Kids. -_- I have a very wide social life, thank you very much. But the odd/weird/eccentric thing (HOMAGAH, ritz is a thesaurus?!) is that I've never talked to myself EVER. *rolls eyes*

And talkign to myself puts me in a spot. Well, kinda. Because my Dad is thinking that I may be suffering from mental sicknesses but in actual fact, I know for sure I'm not! And my life is so freakin' perfect right now. Mental sicknesses such as your very common depression (attention-seeking depression for some who faked them), hearing voices and situations like that. Dad had a "long, nice" talk with me earlier today. So anyway, I managed to convince him that I'm not at all.. depressed or anything like that.

So now, I gotta know how to stop talking to myself like fast, REALLY FAST.

...dotdotdot...

"halo telephoni."

On a side note, yes, I do dance. LMAO. Stop imagining me dancing, okay? *shakes fist* Kidding. It's only a temporary thing organized by some of my very close and mutual neighbours in relation to the celebration of the NDP this year. They thought that the dance moves for this year are GREAT, SWIFT and AWESOME just like in their golden days (CHA-CHA, mind you! Or rock 'n' roll probably)

Wonder what I have for update. :/ I always have PLENTY of things to say. You people are getting bored of essays right? RIGHT? RIGHT? *big grin* I should probably update less often though i can't promise if I can stick to that! My fingers are always typing for 24/7 (lame, i know.)

sign off,
mistah lame.