DO ME A FAVOR & ..
DO NOT READ THIS ENTRY.
.. unless you're seriously bored.
because i was.

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why am i always picking subjects that rhyme with "moo"?
it's kindof stupid, & anyway moo would mean a cow which translates to "niu" in chinese. & i don't think i'm any part niu. i don't want to be, anyway, considering the losers that i know who have the last name niu. imagine being somehow related to them .. *shudders*
but anyhow, i'm related to like everybody somehow. everybody's related to everybody. so basically everyone in the world is my relative of some sort. ew. i don't want to be related to everybody. i want to be me :] i want to be some alien that just dropped from nowhere & landed PLOP on earth. hmm, that would explain lots..

you know, the world should end. and everyone could die, and everything could be lost. actually, some people could live :] people like me! and then we can go on some other planet and watch life begin all over again & we could meet the new dominating species, maybe cat-like things [to make jackie happy]. but the thing is, we'd be all dead by then. actually, it'd be cool if we could live forever. nah, screw that. it'd be cool if i could live forever. but of course i would want some people to live forever with me. because otherwise i'd be like .. freakishly freaky. i want someone to get all fragile & wrinkly & weird & sick & etc. with me. that way, the new people won't set out to kill me. they would have another target too. that way, i'd have a smaller chance of dying. hooray. okay, comment to sign up to live forever. haha, just kidding.

gosh, i'm getting this thing of rambling. it's freaky because i usually don't ramble. well, i never used to. i rambled in my head :] & i did everything else in my head too. basically, i lived another world in my head. it was a perfect world, bytheway. because everyone else died & i was the only one living. *clap*clap* yeah, i have a thing with people getting killed. you better watch your butt in case you're next :]

hm, you know what? i want to switch brains with someone. and get to see how they think. i wonder if they have brain transplants? well i'd feel sorry for the person who's trading because that person would be overwhelmed by my brain in two seconds & die. not overwhelmed by the amount of knowledge in my brain, of course, because there's like .. none. well, actually, probably only like 0.0000001% of my brain has knowledge in it. like math. the rest of it is junk :] pure junk. junk, junk, junk.

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I TOLD YOU NOT TO READ IT.