What if I turn my blog into a chronological Dear Diary thing expressing the deepest wishes and dreams and desires which you may assume are all but one and the same narrating every detail of my life into brackets of time-framed events from the moment I wake up--nay, from the moment I remind myself to remember the dream I'd be dreaming consciously by my sleep--to the very second I leap onto the computer seat and punch away?

I am not an open person. Periooooooood. And it is very apparently, evidently obvious in my real life. Because. Because that makes who I am; that it is part of this so-called personality profile. That doesn't make it an answer, does it? Of course it does! I am Unsound Self-Contradictory Fallacy personified.XP (And I don't get myself either.)

Seriously, why can't I just open up and air everything for everyone to hear?? Is it because I feel like a mystically enthralling piece of rubik's cube waiting to be pried apart and fixed in a maze of perfect tiny boxes with different colors on very side? Whyyy is it so difficult for me to blabber away my real feelings and emotions? (ukkkk, do I even have those?? Anger and hatred perhaps.) Even if I assume that a gopher would be interested in me, why does it always have to take a lot of temerity on my part and a persistent nagging curiosity from the other party which is in this case is a brown burrowing gopher? Is it because I am friable? A brittle, fragile saucer of brittlenuts dried brown in sugar? (GAH. Bad bad analogy.XP Could've used brittle eggs or Humpty Dumpty smashing himself on the pavement... and not to mention, egg-shelled MnM's!) Ooooooooohhhh sugar rush.:o I want chocolates! Tsoknat! :yum:

Haaaaaaaaaaay. That's prolly the best thing I suck at. Even if I read and reread all the entries in this sickly closet neurotic blog, it won't even amount to the tip of the iceberg of who I am; it's more of the tip of the tip of the iceberg.o_0 Yunno, the apogee of the very microscopic molecule of ice at the tip of the tip of the, err, you get the point.XP Pretty soon carbon emissions rise, global warming waxes, polar icecaps melt, and that very molecule of ice representing this weblog turns into liquid and off it goes flying away up the sky to assemble among the thundering bolt-cracking dark clouds to produce yet another Noahic Tsunamic Deluge scraping all continents off the face of the earth. (How could the earth have a face when a bald round-headed man only has one face which is the face, ie. physiognomy, excluding even the pate and ears?o_0)

Anyfarce. Oblation Run and Lantern Parade and Christmas party on Friday!:DD And then Christmas vacation! WOOHOOO!XDD

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