I'm writing in my diary because Kaja asked me to... and... she finds it entertaining or something... lol, so... hey to all of my faithful readers.. and stuff... yeah...
They're wrong. They say dead men can't bite, but I can prove that they can: imagine if you will, a closet in which a dead man is contained, leaning against the door which opens toward you on the outside. Now, as you pull it open, the dead man falls out and his teeth (inadvertantly) tear into your flesh, ripping a piece skin off of you. Would that not consitute as a bite? (This scenerio is not limited to dead persons of the male gender.)
Ebudæ
Amharc, mná ag obair lá 's mall san oích,
Ceolann siad ar laetha geal, a bhí,
Bealach fada anonn 's anall a chóich.
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(Enya ROCKS!!)
I need more diary entries don't I? I don't have anything all that great to say, but when have I ever let that stop me from saying anything before? That's right, I've never let that stop me before, and I shan't let it stop me now! Haha!!
Forget the whole "Diary entries in Norsk from now on" proclamation. It's just proving to be to difficult. Yeah, I guess I'm lazy. lol
La la la la.
From now on, I'm gonna try writing my diary entries in Norsk, just for the heck of it... so... ja...
La oss tenke, hva er der til snakke med? Jeg ikke kjenner...
(Forgive the grammar, please?)
I am going to see how many people really read this. I command all who read this entry to write in my guest book or.. I will... Um... Turn purlpe and yellow with green... polka-dots... hehe...
I haven't written in here if in a while so I am writing again. It is like I said a LOONG time ago, I absolutely MUST write in here! I have no choice! Oi... that's no good...
Ok,I have decided to scrap that thing I am working on down there... so... Um... there...
Ánováóó'o hóxe'óó'o
éšestsé tséhnéehóvéto.
Mo'on, tsé'tóhe
Kâse'éehésonêh
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It is a slow process of writing in a language you don't know, so this might not ever be finished because I keep having to retranslate things... lol