So I found a random thing that I wrote that I just rambled on. It was so that I could brainstorm and get rid of writers block, or just for when I was bored. So I shall share it with you. And I'm sure you won't understand most of it, because I barely do.
(When I write like this, this is me telling you about what I was typing about.)
So what am I gonna write now? I am a person. A person who has a nose. That nose has a nose. Wait no, no it doesn’t. Poor nose. It doesn’t have a nose. My nose doesn’t have a nose! Maybe I should give it a nose. Maybe then I’ll smell better because I have two noses. Would that give me double sniffing power? But what if it kills me because the smells overwhelm me. Maybe having a nose on my nose isn’t such a good idea. Woof. Hmm.
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Falling down. It is not fun. Especially when it’s on your butt and you bruise your tailbone. (This was on the day that I fell and bruised my tailbone in skating.) I don’t like it. I don’t think my butt does either. I wonder if butts have a mind of their own. That would make NO sense. I wonder if you could live without a butt. What’s the point of a butt anyways? I just don’t get it. Would you die if your butt fell off? How do butts fall off? Did you know that writing backwards is fun. won ti od ot gniog m’I. ?ti seod esnes ekam t’nseod sihT. I’m going to stop writing like that now. OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
There are lots of songs with the word down in it. Did anyone ever notice that? Of coarse someone did, I did! Silly me. I have five points. I like rivers. They have water. Water is good to drink. But not a lot of river water is good to drink. I like arguing with myself. And my ninja self. Stuff is Stoof. When I grow up I’m going to do something. I need to email my friend now. Goodbye. I need to write in cursive. (You might want to ignore this part. This is just me talking about fonts that don't work here. It shouldn't make any sense at all) That’s better. Wait, no it’s not, it’s barely readable. And not in cursive, just fancy. Let’s try this. Nah, it’s weird. Is this okay. Yes, perfect, in fact it looks a lot like my own handwriting. Let’s brainstorm. Brain. Storm. There, I did it. Ha ha Bob haha. Bob. Teehee. My aunt monkey is a bird. Does that even make sense? Good. Yes, I just heard you say no. I’m cool like that. Neptune. Mercury. It measures heat, is a god, and is a planet. What more can one thing do? Youtube. It’s your own tube. I like tubes. I like hallow tubes. And straws. Even though they are hallow tubes. Straws are nice. You and you. It’s fun. Blah. Over. You. Stand up, don’t sit down, your butt hurts. But then your butt goes, but butts are very buddyfull. I don’t make sense. I make dollars. Flames are hot. Because it’s fire. FIRE FIRE FIRE! I don’t like you. You’re too weird. fires are not good to play in. Someone could get hurt. Get out of that fire you! You’re name is now: You. Hi You! I still don’t like you You. You are not a person, you are a martian. And I don’t like martians. So ha! Bob is just like You. And you are You. So you are just like Bob. Haha Bob HAHA! I don’t like Bob either. If you haven’t noticed. I don’t think peeple like me. That mucch. dj;lkfsdjkl;fsdalkj;fsda;kasjl;fudlkeasffl;adsljk;sfdajlkasfjl;kafsdj;lkfadsjlkdsjkladskjlfdslkj;afjlkfsajlkfsadjkasfdjksdffadskjjklfasjklsadfkjladsfjkafsdjkdsfjklfsdajklfsdajkadsfjI am making faces at this computer screen. This is fun. Variables. They vary. Very vary. Variables vary very much. When I ruled the world. Yeah, It was great and stuff. But not grate. Because that would just be weird. dljksdsfd;lkjsjldf;ksdjkl;fjsfdalkljksafjlk;sfjsfd;lkajkldsfjkl;fsdjklsdfjl;ksdfsfl;ih;lsdsjkl;dfljk;fssfdjl;kfdsj;lkfsdj;lkfads;ljkfdsflk;fdsfl;jl.
I think this is more like my handwriting. Strangely like it, in fact. But it’s hard to read this so I’m gonna type in another font.
Is this my handwriting? Nope
This handwriting should be mine. Too bad I can’t write like this all the time. That would be fun. I like pasta. It’s good. Not gopo. Because that is not a word. Where the light is is where all the bugs are. Bad boys stand in shadows. Vampires are in the valley. Tori is a good name for you. Flip flop. Unbreakable is dancing. This is loud!!! Bruises don’t feel good. Sight is good though. Stronger Dreams and not derms. Because derms is not a word either. I’m typing a lot of non-words. floosha. going moving towing. trust is not valid. destiny can be a name.
Names. They are names. This is totally writing. Almost . But not quite. Because then there would have to be the symbols and words and everything. But I guess maybe. Darn I read ahead. I hate doing that. Stupid brain. No. Just No Okay. I Enjoy Over-Capitalizing. The z is weird. Yesh. Yesh is a fun word. Homish. Up or down. Brain beds. They need to sleep too you know. Yeah we’re going down. All the right moves. Everybody knows where we’re going. I lik this song. And yes, I wrote lik on purpose.
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The internet is broken. I’m sad. Eww, this font is weird. I’ll change it. Is this better? No, this is too spacey. And big. Any better? No, it’s still spacey. What about this? No. I don’t like this font. This? No, too small. Now? Yes, that’s better. No internet=me sad. I need string. Maybe I can go to the store today. And get my beloved string! Yay! String is nice. My friend is weird when she has too much sugar. And so am I. Maybe that’s why we’re friends. But probably not. Hey, look, over there, there’s a spy! But not really, it’s just a guy wearing cool sunglasses. Oh well. But what if you are the pie? Then will you become a crow? I think you will Bob. abcdefghijklmnopqurstuvwxyz next time won’t you sing with me? I don’t like singing alone. Hey, my finger is all better! Yay! Hmmm. :D That looks funny. Let me try another font. :D I like that one! Let’s try cursive! :D I wonder how the smiley’s mouth gets like that. Was it in an accident? It’s messed up. Typedy type type. Why should I lock the doors? Oh, okay. Hmmm, let’s make a conversation between me and Fang after I‘ve had a lot of sugar! This should be fun. (Fang is a fictional character. He's from the Maximum Ride series. He has wings.)
Lily: Look, it’s Fang!
Fang: Who are you?
Lily: I’m me!
Fang: No, I’m me, you’re you.
You: But if I’m you than who’s them.
Me: They’re them.
You: No, they’re they’re.
Me: Are you trying to confuse me?
You: No, me is trying to confuse you.
Me: That was bad grammar.
You: Well, what was I supposed to say? Me has made everything more complicated.
Me: Fine then, we’ll talk in third person.
You: Fine.
Fang: Dandy.
Lily: Who says dandy anymore?
Fang: Fang says dandy.
Lily: Why, Fang, Why?
Fang: What happened to the font?
Lily: Lily doesn’t know, but it’s different.
Fang: Fang doesn’t like it.
Lily: Neither does Lily.
Fang: Can you change it, Lily?
Lily: Lily thinks so. Oh, there we go, that’s better.
Fang: Much better, now Fang can see!
Lily: Fang couldn’t see?
Fang: Yes, Fang could see.
Lily: Then why did Fang say he couldn’t?
Fang: Fang doesn’t know.
Lily: Can Lily and Fang stop talking in third person now?
Fang: But then Fang and Lily will get messed up again.
Lily: But not if Lily and Fang talk how Lily and Fang were in the beginning, before Fang complicated it.
Fang: Fine, Fang and Lily can.
Lily: Ahh, that feels much better. It’s much less hard to talk.
Fang: But you’re just typing what we would say, we’re not talking.
Lily: Close enough.
Fang: So what now?
Lily: Now you give me a birdy back ride.
Fang: D:
Lily: How do you speak emoticons?
Fang: You’re just typing this, remember?
Lily: Right.
Lily: Now fly me to the moon bird boy.
Fang: Noooooooooooooooooooo!!!
Lily: *climbs on Fang‘s back* *gets out whip and starts whipping Fang*
Fang: Ow! Stop that!
Lily: Never! Now fly!
Fang: When did start being so mean to me?
Lily: When you became annoying.
Fang: So, you mean when you first read the series?
Lily: No, near the end of MAX and you got all mushy with Max.
Fang: But was I annoying before then?
Lily: Yes, but not as much. And that’s not when I started being mean to you.
Fang: Oh, okay.
Lily: Now giddyup!
Fang: So now I’m a horse too?
Lily: No, you’re a horsey.
Fang: But that’s not even a word.
Lily: I just added it to the dictionary. Happy?
Fang: Yes.
Lily: Then fly!
Fang: But you weigh too much.
Lily: I don’t way that much. Stop complaining.
Fang: You weigh as much as Max.
Lily: Well, I am a human.
Fang: No, you’re a Martian, remember?
Lily: And a citizen of Randomland.
Fang: So you shouldn’t weigh this much.
Lily: Martians weigh the same amount as humans.
Fang: Then shouldn’t you have green skin?
Lily: No, we have purple skin.
Fang: Then why don’t you have purple skin right now?
Lily: You can’t even see, remember?
Fang: But I can.
Lily: But you’re just words on a screen.
Fang: I’m also on paper.
Lily: But you’re still just words, and words can’t see.
Fang: But I’m a special word.
Lily: That doesn’t mean you can see.
Fang: Yes it does!
Lily: Goodbye!
Fang: Fine.
Lily: Not fine.
Fang: Yes it is!
Lily: Look! Over there! It’s a unicorn!
Fang: *looks*
Lily: *teleports away while Fang’s looking at the unicorn*
Fang: There aren’t any- Hey! Where’d you go?
Fang: Oh well, I didn’t like her anyways.
Lily: *hears Fang saying that* *slaps him even though she’s not really there*
Fang: Owie!
Lily: *disappears*
Fang: *flies off into the sunset singing*
The End.
I must type more words now. But it’s too hot. It’s also two hot. As in, the number 2. That’s the number of degrees in farenheit here. You know, if you multiply it by 45. I think I may die. Because it’s humid too. So humid you could swim. And I’ll drown. Then, poof! I’m dead. I’m not going to the movies. I wonder if I’ll do tye-die. But I am going bowling. I wonder if they’ll have the same music. It’s better than popular music, but not by much. I think I might go swimming. Swimmy, swimmy, swimmy; fishy, fishy, fishy. Swimmy fishy; swimmy fishy; swimmy, swimmy fishy. I’m done swimming now. It’s not so hot now. But still hotter than I’d like. How do I do this? Whatever, I’ll figure it out tomorrow. ///ssaaffffjdfffjffffjffddffffjffffjffffjffddfdfdfjfffjffffjffddffffjffjfddfdfddffdsdffdsasdsasaaasdfdffjffdssdfjfjffffjffffjfffddffjjjkfffffjklkjjjjjjjkjjjjkjjkjffklkjkjfdjfdfkjfddfjffjjfdfjjfdsdfdsdfdsddfdsdfjfdfjfdfdfdf
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Oh no. My poem is due tomorrow. And I have no clue what to write. Maybe I’ll type. And not listen to music because music is distracting. Blergh. I have no idea how to do this. I’m going to dieeeeeeeeeee. I hate my LA teacher. I don’t want to write a poem about myself. Can’t I write it about someone else? Maybe if I just pretend that I’m someone else I’ll be able to write it about me. Or maybe I can write it in third person. That would help. And then I’ll switch it back to first person. Yeah. And then she’ll think I did actual editing when I didn’t really. Haha! I feel like a genius. An evil genius. There is also no o in genius. Why did I try to put an o in there? What can I say about my appearance? Let’s look at a picture of me. (That was today.)
I'm going to post a picture of it so you can understand the font part of it.
Um... yeah. That's it. Enjoy.
(When I write like this, this is me telling you about what I was typing about.)
So what am I gonna write now? I am a person. A person who has a nose. That nose has a nose. Wait no, no it doesn’t. Poor nose. It doesn’t have a nose. My nose doesn’t have a nose! Maybe I should give it a nose. Maybe then I’ll smell better because I have two noses. Would that give me double sniffing power? But what if it kills me because the smells overwhelm me. Maybe having a nose on my nose isn’t such a good idea. Woof. Hmm.
Next
Falling down. It is not fun. Especially when it’s on your butt and you bruise your tailbone. (This was on the day that I fell and bruised my tailbone in skating.) I don’t like it. I don’t think my butt does either. I wonder if butts have a mind of their own. That would make NO sense. I wonder if you could live without a butt. What’s the point of a butt anyways? I just don’t get it. Would you die if your butt fell off? How do butts fall off? Did you know that writing backwards is fun. won ti od ot gniog m’I. ?ti seod esnes ekam t’nseod sihT. I’m going to stop writing like that now. OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
There are lots of songs with the word down in it. Did anyone ever notice that? Of coarse someone did, I did! Silly me. I have five points. I like rivers. They have water. Water is good to drink. But not a lot of river water is good to drink. I like arguing with myself. And my ninja self. Stuff is Stoof. When I grow up I’m going to do something. I need to email my friend now. Goodbye. I need to write in cursive. (You might want to ignore this part. This is just me talking about fonts that don't work here. It shouldn't make any sense at all) That’s better. Wait, no it’s not, it’s barely readable. And not in cursive, just fancy. Let’s try this. Nah, it’s weird. Is this okay. Yes, perfect, in fact it looks a lot like my own handwriting. Let’s brainstorm. Brain. Storm. There, I did it. Ha ha Bob haha. Bob. Teehee. My aunt monkey is a bird. Does that even make sense? Good. Yes, I just heard you say no. I’m cool like that. Neptune. Mercury. It measures heat, is a god, and is a planet. What more can one thing do? Youtube. It’s your own tube. I like tubes. I like hallow tubes. And straws. Even though they are hallow tubes. Straws are nice. You and you. It’s fun. Blah. Over. You. Stand up, don’t sit down, your butt hurts. But then your butt goes, but butts are very buddyfull. I don’t make sense. I make dollars. Flames are hot. Because it’s fire. FIRE FIRE FIRE! I don’t like you. You’re too weird. fires are not good to play in. Someone could get hurt. Get out of that fire you! You’re name is now: You. Hi You! I still don’t like you You. You are not a person, you are a martian. And I don’t like martians. So ha! Bob is just like You. And you are You. So you are just like Bob. Haha Bob HAHA! I don’t like Bob either. If you haven’t noticed. I don’t think peeple like me. That mucch. dj;lkfsdjkl;fsdalkj;fsda;kasjl;fudlkeasffl;adsljk;sfdajlkasfjl;kafsdj;lkfadsjlkdsjkladskjlfdslkj;afjlkfsajlkfsadjkasfdjksdffadskjjklfasjklsadfkjladsfjkafsdjkdsfjklfsdajklfsdajkadsfjI am making faces at this computer screen. This is fun. Variables. They vary. Very vary. Variables vary very much. When I ruled the world. Yeah, It was great and stuff. But not grate. Because that would just be weird. dljksdsfd;lkjsjldf;ksdjkl;fjsfdalkljksafjlk;sfjsfd;lkajkldsfjkl;fsdjklsdfjl;ksdfsfl;ih;lsdsjkl;dfljk;fssfdjl;kfdsj;lkfsdj;lkfads;ljkfdsflk;fdsfl;jl.
I think this is more like my handwriting. Strangely like it, in fact. But it’s hard to read this so I’m gonna type in another font.
Is this my handwriting? Nope
This handwriting should be mine. Too bad I can’t write like this all the time. That would be fun. I like pasta. It’s good. Not gopo. Because that is not a word. Where the light is is where all the bugs are. Bad boys stand in shadows. Vampires are in the valley. Tori is a good name for you. Flip flop. Unbreakable is dancing. This is loud!!! Bruises don’t feel good. Sight is good though. Stronger Dreams and not derms. Because derms is not a word either. I’m typing a lot of non-words. floosha. going moving towing. trust is not valid. destiny can be a name.
Names. They are names. This is totally writing. Almost . But not quite. Because then there would have to be the symbols and words and everything. But I guess maybe. Darn I read ahead. I hate doing that. Stupid brain. No. Just No Okay. I Enjoy Over-Capitalizing. The z is weird. Yesh. Yesh is a fun word. Homish. Up or down. Brain beds. They need to sleep too you know. Yeah we’re going down. All the right moves. Everybody knows where we’re going. I lik this song. And yes, I wrote lik on purpose.
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The internet is broken. I’m sad. Eww, this font is weird. I’ll change it. Is this better? No, this is too spacey. And big. Any better? No, it’s still spacey. What about this? No. I don’t like this font. This? No, too small. Now? Yes, that’s better. No internet=me sad. I need string. Maybe I can go to the store today. And get my beloved string! Yay! String is nice. My friend is weird when she has too much sugar. And so am I. Maybe that’s why we’re friends. But probably not. Hey, look, over there, there’s a spy! But not really, it’s just a guy wearing cool sunglasses. Oh well. But what if you are the pie? Then will you become a crow? I think you will Bob. abcdefghijklmnopqurstuvwxyz next time won’t you sing with me? I don’t like singing alone. Hey, my finger is all better! Yay! Hmmm. :D That looks funny. Let me try another font. :D I like that one! Let’s try cursive! :D I wonder how the smiley’s mouth gets like that. Was it in an accident? It’s messed up. Typedy type type. Why should I lock the doors? Oh, okay. Hmmm, let’s make a conversation between me and Fang after I‘ve had a lot of sugar! This should be fun. (Fang is a fictional character. He's from the Maximum Ride series. He has wings.)
Lily: Look, it’s Fang!
Fang: Who are you?
Lily: I’m me!
Fang: No, I’m me, you’re you.
You: But if I’m you than who’s them.
Me: They’re them.
You: No, they’re they’re.
Me: Are you trying to confuse me?
You: No, me is trying to confuse you.
Me: That was bad grammar.
You: Well, what was I supposed to say? Me has made everything more complicated.
Me: Fine then, we’ll talk in third person.
You: Fine.
Fang: Dandy.
Lily: Who says dandy anymore?
Fang: Fang says dandy.
Lily: Why, Fang, Why?
Fang: What happened to the font?
Lily: Lily doesn’t know, but it’s different.
Fang: Fang doesn’t like it.
Lily: Neither does Lily.
Fang: Can you change it, Lily?
Lily: Lily thinks so. Oh, there we go, that’s better.
Fang: Much better, now Fang can see!
Lily: Fang couldn’t see?
Fang: Yes, Fang could see.
Lily: Then why did Fang say he couldn’t?
Fang: Fang doesn’t know.
Lily: Can Lily and Fang stop talking in third person now?
Fang: But then Fang and Lily will get messed up again.
Lily: But not if Lily and Fang talk how Lily and Fang were in the beginning, before Fang complicated it.
Fang: Fine, Fang and Lily can.
Lily: Ahh, that feels much better. It’s much less hard to talk.
Fang: But you’re just typing what we would say, we’re not talking.
Lily: Close enough.
Fang: So what now?
Lily: Now you give me a birdy back ride.
Fang: D:
Lily: How do you speak emoticons?
Fang: You’re just typing this, remember?
Lily: Right.
Lily: Now fly me to the moon bird boy.
Fang: Noooooooooooooooooooo!!!
Lily: *climbs on Fang‘s back* *gets out whip and starts whipping Fang*
Fang: Ow! Stop that!
Lily: Never! Now fly!
Fang: When did start being so mean to me?
Lily: When you became annoying.
Fang: So, you mean when you first read the series?
Lily: No, near the end of MAX and you got all mushy with Max.
Fang: But was I annoying before then?
Lily: Yes, but not as much. And that’s not when I started being mean to you.
Fang: Oh, okay.
Lily: Now giddyup!
Fang: So now I’m a horse too?
Lily: No, you’re a horsey.
Fang: But that’s not even a word.
Lily: I just added it to the dictionary. Happy?
Fang: Yes.
Lily: Then fly!
Fang: But you weigh too much.
Lily: I don’t way that much. Stop complaining.
Fang: You weigh as much as Max.
Lily: Well, I am a human.
Fang: No, you’re a Martian, remember?
Lily: And a citizen of Randomland.
Fang: So you shouldn’t weigh this much.
Lily: Martians weigh the same amount as humans.
Fang: Then shouldn’t you have green skin?
Lily: No, we have purple skin.
Fang: Then why don’t you have purple skin right now?
Lily: You can’t even see, remember?
Fang: But I can.
Lily: But you’re just words on a screen.
Fang: I’m also on paper.
Lily: But you’re still just words, and words can’t see.
Fang: But I’m a special word.
Lily: That doesn’t mean you can see.
Fang: Yes it does!
Lily: Goodbye!
Fang: Fine.
Lily: Not fine.
Fang: Yes it is!
Lily: Look! Over there! It’s a unicorn!
Fang: *looks*
Lily: *teleports away while Fang’s looking at the unicorn*
Fang: There aren’t any- Hey! Where’d you go?
Fang: Oh well, I didn’t like her anyways.
Lily: *hears Fang saying that* *slaps him even though she’s not really there*
Fang: Owie!
Lily: *disappears*
Fang: *flies off into the sunset singing*
The End.
I must type more words now. But it’s too hot. It’s also two hot. As in, the number 2. That’s the number of degrees in farenheit here. You know, if you multiply it by 45. I think I may die. Because it’s humid too. So humid you could swim. And I’ll drown. Then, poof! I’m dead. I’m not going to the movies. I wonder if I’ll do tye-die. But I am going bowling. I wonder if they’ll have the same music. It’s better than popular music, but not by much. I think I might go swimming. Swimmy, swimmy, swimmy; fishy, fishy, fishy. Swimmy fishy; swimmy fishy; swimmy, swimmy fishy. I’m done swimming now. It’s not so hot now. But still hotter than I’d like. How do I do this? Whatever, I’ll figure it out tomorrow. ///ssaaffffjdfffjffffjffddffffjffffjffffjffddfdfdfjfffjffffjffddffffjffjfddfdfddffdsdffdsasdsasaaasdfdffjffdssdfjfjffffjffffjfffddffjjjkfffffjklkjjjjjjjkjjjjkjjkjffklkjkjfdjfdfkjfddfjffjjfdfjjfdsdfdsdfdsddfdsdfjfdfjfdfdfdf
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Oh no. My poem is due tomorrow. And I have no clue what to write. Maybe I’ll type. And not listen to music because music is distracting. Blergh. I have no idea how to do this. I’m going to dieeeeeeeeeee. I hate my LA teacher. I don’t want to write a poem about myself. Can’t I write it about someone else? Maybe if I just pretend that I’m someone else I’ll be able to write it about me. Or maybe I can write it in third person. That would help. And then I’ll switch it back to first person. Yeah. And then she’ll think I did actual editing when I didn’t really. Haha! I feel like a genius. An evil genius. There is also no o in genius. Why did I try to put an o in there? What can I say about my appearance? Let’s look at a picture of me. (That was today.)
I'm going to post a picture of it so you can understand the font part of it.
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