Steal HONEY! Beware, be-waaa-aare!
Aaah...the honey-flavoured goodness of Winnie the Pooh.
I'm feeling random tonight. Can you tell?
And since I'm feeling random, it would only be fitting to organize my journal accordingly.
Random point number one: It just occurred to me today that ten percent of cartoon characters are statistically bound to be gay.
Random point number two: Anybody watch Little Bear? They're this wonderful little Victorian bear family, drawn by Maurice Sen-something. So, anyways, in this one story, Little Bear goes out to deliver some nice biscuits and jam to his grandmother. But I'm not going to follow this any farther. I want to focus on the biscuit.
These are not ordinary biscuits. These are thick, doughy, old-fashioned biscuits. And yesterday, my mom actually made some.
I am addicted to Little Bear biscuits.
Random point number three: The school decided I was bored (which I used to be, but now my brain's sort of numbed), and stuck me in class with a bunch of other bored people, and split us off into groups, based on our multiple-choiced interests.
I am in a "music" group.
We were given no assignment whatsoever.
We were given no teacher supervision, whatsoever.
This is the best project in school that I've never been assigned in my life.
Because our group's making a song, and we actually all seem to know something about how music works! None of my fellow Specials have turned out to be morons, yet! And I get to compose something (or the ivories/plastic thereof) that'll be heard. Wheee!
Like I said, I'm feeling random right now. Random is happy. Happy is good. And it doesn't even matter that it's being caused by sleep deprivation.
YOURS WITHOUT A SIGNATURE,