Ugh

I'M SORRY, OKAY? I'm sorry! I'm sorry I don't write long, meaningful, beautiful, elegant, witty, engaging, eloquent posts about life the universe & everything! I'm sorry but I can't do it - I just can't. I'd like to.

Fine, don't say anything, any of you, but I can feel your condemnation from over here, I can feeeeeel it.

Look, I KNOW the meaning of life isn't 42. I keep saying it just so I can be one up on people. It's not my fault if those dumbassses think computers are reliable.

Ugh. I've been keeping journals since I was eight, and it's always drove me nuts that generally I have nothing to write that isn't utterly banal. Sometimes I just want to delete this journal, and grab another code. Then go and create a new journal in another name, say...uh...Matt Jefferson. Yeah. And write entries such as, "time to fuckin update. yeah well today i played lots more gamecube. im going over to marks to board. his sister is hot. good tits. well thats it. see u all later. *fart*" And then I would get friends who I wouldn't care about, 'cuz I'd know they were all fricking idiots. (How do I know I'd have friends? Simple. People like that always have tons of friends. Don't ask me to explain the universe to you.)

Lacking Rob's ability to write a beautiful post about my suckiness, I'll state it bluntly: I suck.

Ugh.

The voices are trying to tell me something

Thanks to everyone who commented on the last entry - obviously, I wrote it in a funky mood, but I'm feeling much better now. I swear, I don't have multiple personalities. HA! They fell for it! Just checking to see if you guys were paying attention! All of you, shut up! *smack*

So things are going to be crazy over the next few days because of the G-8 summit. Big helicopters have been flying overhead, which I think is just so cool. I mean, whee, these are U.S. military helicopters we're talking about here. *bounces around like a little boy* And according to Kate (astres) Mr. Bush will be flying between Montana and Alberta every day. Al-riiight! More hel-i-copters! (Kate seems pissed about it tho - silly Kate. Girls. Ppphht.)

Mom has been keeping us updated on the news - late this afternoon (while I was writing the last entry, actually) Air Force One landed. So there were warnings not to go out near the airport, as all the silly lil' idiots wanted to stop their cars to gawk at one of the greatest sights to be seen in our country yet. We feel so honoured and privileged by the presence. I mean, it's a friggin' cool plane.

Mom also told us that the helicopters are the size of our house - which would be more impressive if she didn't tell us that EVERY time one rumbles over. [insert much eye rollage here]