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April 19th 2025
Dear Diary--I mean Dear Blog...Well shit, it's basically the same thing since nobody goes on my website anyways. Good lord...Where do I even start.
First of all, I can't have my phone for 5 years for reasons I dont wanna get to. But the thing is I was producing a cartoon on there. Now all my little cartoon-making elves are gonna be so confused, wondering why their leader has abandoned them :( My dad is mad at me right now, and I only have three dollars to my name. Three dollary-doos! Plus my grades are starting to fail. Fml. Something else fucked up will probably happen, like, next week. I can predict the future. Like the simians or whatever the hell it's called. Right now I really have a strong urge to go out and do things. I want to travel around on my electric scooter. I want to go out and go to random fast food resteraunts and buy monster energy and go to the playground and just explore, really. I don't have any money, but I'd really like to earn money. I want to arrange a lemonade stand, but I know when I ask either of my parents they'r e gonna hit me with "Your job is getting good grades!!" That argument would be valid if getting paid for good grades was a thing!! Why are they so against me having a way to get money in my free time? They let my little brother get money. He sells toys that he makes with clay. my 10 YEAR OLD BROTHER has a steady source of income and I don't. That's fucked up!! Oh yeah, and now everybody in my family is mad at me. Oh well. 34 more days of bullpuckey and I'm free to do what I want...under "reasonable circumstances." If you ever want to contact me, my pinterest account is https://www.pinterest.com/waxingibbonz/ in case you ever want to DM me for anything. Either that, or you use my guestbook, but that's kind of public. But yeah, right now pinterest is the only social media I have access to for the next 5 years at least.
I decided to make an autobiogriphal comic about my expiriences as a student, and me learning my lesson about DISRUPTING!!!! I made this comic to show that I've learned my lesson, and will not be DISRUPTIIIIIINNNGGGGG the class anymore. Wait!! The word "the" could be misinterpereted as a deep web dogwhistle for animal abuse and baby eating!!! Oh well, to Juvie with me!
April 29th 2025
People seem to be surprised when I tell them I'm a saved Christian. Because I cuss, I guess? But when I cuss, I try not to direct it towards a person. Maybe the vague concept of something? But when I cuss, I either do it because I'm mad at someTHING or because I want to make others laugh & spread joy. Idk, I guess I just have a non-traditional theology.
May 2nd 2025
3 minutes and 23 seconds into the direct to DVD movie Garfield Gets Real. GARFIELD HAS A FUCKING DEATH NOTE. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. GARFIELD HAS THE DEATH NOTE. I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL. GO CHECK IT FOR YOURSELF IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME, ASSHOLES!!! https://youtu.be/iLiMHuQwHg0?t=203
May 14th 2025
This is how I'm feeling right now, especially since there's only a week until school's out and I can regain my humanity.
August 5th 2025
3rd day of school. I couldn't find my bus. I am currently sitting outside next to the mini library birdhouse thing (which I checked and it has NO good books in it) which sucks. Also I forgot to bring my mp3 player, so here I am typing on my blog to pass the time. It isn't too bad out here. It's very cloudy and I think it just rained. I'm just worried my mom might notice I accidentally left my umbrella at school. I think I'll buy a locker. That would be cool. It sucks because as a little kid, lockers were what I was MOST looking forward to for middle school. They tore them down because of the pandemic. And then I thought "Hey, maybe in high school they'll have em!" Well, they do. In, like, 2% of the school, and they're reserved for welding. Now the only lockers availible are the, like, 30 tiny gray lockers in the boy's locker room, and you have to pay 5 bucks to get em. If they just put lockers all over the hallways, the school would look better, our backpacks would be less heavy, and we'd have an easier time getting organized. Maybe I should run for student council and ask them to bring back lockers. I <3 lockers. What do you think? Tell me on the guestbook!!
I just wanna go home and watch Chicken Little.
August 8th 2025
I saw this on pinterest after we had a freshman class meeting today. This is what the average school assembly sounds like.
August 22nd 2025
I've been craving a road trip for the last 4 or 5 months. I need one so bad.
August 23rd 2025
Last night I had a dream that since my parents banned me from getting a smartphone, they gave me a flip phone instead, which I think would've been the best course of action. Flip phones are so cool, and you can't do snapchat on them, which is a bonus for Mom n Dad. Everyone is so territorial in my neighborhood, so I think it'd be a good way to talk with my friends from school, cuz they don't live where I live, plus the friends that live in MY neighborhood are never home, and their parents aren't good with the idea of coming over. I think a flip phone would solve most of my social problems, since I could be able to talk to my friends outside the oppressive social limitations of a high school hallway, such as hawk-eared teachers who have nothing better to do than put you in ISS if you say the word "die".
September 20th 2025
I've recently been blowing bubbles in bed. I've been using a bubble wand made out of pipe cleaners & some soapy water I made. I have a fan blowing next to me, so sometimes I hold the wand closer to the fan to make a bunch of bubbles that go crazy all over the place. I've been blowing them while relaxing music is playing. Bubbles are one of the most simultaneously fun and beautiful things one can make. They're so shiny, and colorful. The way they wobble & float around, the way the colors & light play & dance inside of it is hypnotizing in a sense. A lot of the time, when I blow them they don't even have the opportunity to escape the wand and pop right away. Sometimes they get blown straight into a wall and pop. But other times, they survive. Some of them thrive for a few seconds before popping right away. A lot of them seem to like going between my bed and my wall to pop. Or behind my bed. But the best & most beautiful ones are the ones that explore. They live for a while, and the way they float around makes it seem like they're examining this strange new world before them. It almost seems like they're deliberately stopping to observe certain traits and oddities. One of them traveled to my curtain, then stopped to look at my guitar, then floated on top of a running machine with a blanket on it, and peacefully seized itself, as if it was scared and felt like it had seen all it had wanted to see. Or, maybe it wanted to rest on the blanket. Maybe the blanket was a whole new material to it, and it wanted to feel it. It mistakenly felt it with too much pressure, and popped. Maybe the texture felt surreal, yet alluring to it, and it made a risk of the texture being able to pop it to expirience this new feeling. I just blew one, and it kept going back in forth to observe me, as if it kept wanting to get a better look at me yet was afraid it would also be popped. I waved "Hi" to it and smiled. Then, it layed down on my bed's headboard and popped after a second. I just now blew another one, and it looped around to explore for a few seconds, and started floating towards the fan. And it then hit the edge of my table and popped. I see bubbles as a sort of living creature. When I blow a bubble, I feel like maybe I'm summoning a creature from a different dimension. A creature so gorgeous & advanced that it can only be observed by us as a beautiful thing. I think that when they pop, they get sent back to their own dimension and document what this looks like. Maybe whatever a creature a bubble is suppoused to be is currently writing how they observed me. Or how they observed a kid at a birthday party. Or a fish. Or, maybe they're creatures from the second dimension. Maybe since the membrane of a bubble is so thin, it stands on the verge of 3d and 2d, and they're our only communication with the second dimension. Or maybe they're fourth dimensional creatures, and the fourth dimension is the verge between 3d and 2d. Maybe the thinner a bubble's membrane is, the more of a transdimensional creature it is, somehow. I just blew another one. It was a really tiny one. It kept moving on my blanket, and wasn't popping. Maybe it was snuggling it, somehow. Then it popped on my side. I just blew another one. It floated around for a little while, stopping to float around the foot of my bed. Then, it pushed against the foot and popped. I wonder whether or not if I put gelatin or guar gum or something in my bubble mix to make it stronger, it would somehow sever the connection between us and the bubble dimension, and it would just be some object. Maybe that's the reason some bubbles don't captivate me as much as the ones I'm blowing now. Because mine is made of pure soap & water. Or maybe if I made them stronger, they would float around and be able to explore longer. Maybe not, because I haven't noticed bubbles "exploring" they way I'm seeing them explore right now. As in move around, stop in different places to "take a look", keep moving, and then go to a certain place to pop. I've never seen a bubble from a store bought bubble wand with guar gum and extra stuff like that do that. Maybe they have and I just haven't noticed. I don't know. I can't help but feel a form of "sentience" in these bubbles. When bubbles are blown in water, pure water, or even something thinner, they are as thin as can be. But the density of the outside water robs them of the control to float around. Actually, I just realized those would be the THICKEST bubbles ever, since the membrane would be the outside water! I can't help but wonder whether or not if we tried our best to make the thinnest bubble we can, and put it in a perfect enviroment, we could be able to study how it moves. Maybe find patterns, or it could eventually make attempts at communication with us. Could bubbles really be alive?
