"Poppa i know there's a frog on my toe. maybe i'll call him Jethro"

well, no there isn't one on my toe. not today. but there certainly is a cute little bug on my computer screen. it's late at night, you see, and the room is dark. So he's come over her to join me. he's not much longer than the length of my fingernail and he resembles a lacewig. he's pretty funny, he has long tisklesome antennae and he likes to whoop them around in little bug circles. he gets pretty mad too when i run the mouse behind him on the screen, he gets so confused. now he's making funny little cirles and walking hither and thither. what a riotous little dude.

it's 12:03 am.
must get back to writing up my rat dissection lab (ewww)_

chel, you know damn well it's too late to be up. It's 1:45 am. why the hell are you up? Why are you zipping around on elftown, looking at random profiles when none of your friends are online? Get thee to bed!

that was me...talking to mself. because i am that tired. but tonight, i finally caught on to the pole thing (yeah...i know...it took me long enough) and i made my OWN dumbass pole. now, presently, there's a really dumb pole up there. so go ahead, but i bet in the morning, i'll go look at what i put and think...what the hell? but until then, go ahead, vote.

what exactly is the concept of an online diary? Typing to yourself? There's a reason i didn't join opendiary. not that i want privacy...don't give a shit about privacy, but i can't be bothered to sit here and write about myself. I'd have to be out of my mind to want to sit here and write to myself.

*unrecognized voice* "so she says...mwahahaha"

me:umn...*whimpers* where'd that come from? who's there?

So THIS is where my diary is! silly you chelsea.

so can other people read this diary? i suppose they can. doesn't matter.

feeling ill, i'm at school right now and we just did a rat dissection test. walking around, looking at dead rats with deedles poking out of them spread out on the tables. i feel so sick now, and my nose burns.

but we were let out early and now, i get to sit here and play on the computer. i WOULD chat, but here at my school, there's this bogus red screen proxy server thing that disallows one to look at their OWN ELFWWOD PAGE. i mean, i could understand it if i was drawing elf porn and barely dressed space babes with guns (oh baby oh baby ya), but the thing is, i don't. i draw happy dragons and fae and pink-and-purple-my-little-pony-happy-land stuff. not that that's who i am, but i like colours a lot, so my art tends to look...happy and romantic.

I am, on the other hand, not happy and romantic. i'd like to be romantic and i suppose maybe i am, in a not love way, in a lady-of-shalott-look-how-blue-the-sky-is way.

but i am mostly lonely, sad and depressed. go figure.

at the moment, i am only thinking about the mudhole in the woods and the tadpoles who i am trying to save and set free in a non-polluted zone. because i LIKE frogs. LIVING ones, and i don't care to pull out DEFFENSELESS LITTLE ANIMAL GUTS. my nose still burns. And my newfound allergies don't help.

oh where oh where is siobhan?