Dear Diary,

God. So today sucked. I caught this bitch at school talking to the sexy mysterious new transfer student and then she actually leaned over and handed him a pencil! Their hands could have touched! I took care of it though – let’s just say that when she next goes to the ladies’, she’ll get the message. On a side note, why is it so much nicer in the girls’ bathroom? It smelled like peaches. Not as good as him, not that he actually smells since he’s made of metal, but if he did smell, then I know it’d be awesome.

PLUS I dropped my new Muse CD and it got scratched. Matt’s killer high note repeats for like 10 seconds or something. I can’t get an iPod cos I don’t want to be a conformist. But I guess that’s cool, now I can appreciate the deep meaning behind the words ‘supermassive’, ‘black’ and ‘hole’. Cos not only is it a hole, but it’s black, like all pain and torment, and then it’s supermassive – not just massive, but supermassive – so the pain is totally endless. That’s the kind of imagery I want to put in my poetry. Then maybe he’ll

Here’s my latest, I composed it while stalking glancing up and seeing someone out of the corner of my eye today:

Robo Perfectus

Humans cut deep with their words and they lie,
And can make some people who aren’t me cry.
That’s why I love a robot, I love him, oh!
Please don’t deny me and please don’t say no!
I hope my persuasion does not take too long,
Since rape is illegal and morally wrong.


I think I should start a band. Maybe if someone puts a dull, thudding bass to my poetry, it will drown out the sound of the conformist sheep around me.

Note to self: get more wristbands from Hot Topic.

Obi x

_{[OOC: Might just possibly be cursed. Days of our young and restless passions baby~ And my are we restless and passionate. Not a ninja and aged up to around 16. Also might be kinda gay. Gone fishin emo – floppy hair, black eyeliner, the lot. I’m sorry?]}