[T]riple [E]lephant [N]ope

I carved a frog out of soap once.

That's it, that's the story.

I'm not very good at carving to be honest but that frog did come out pretty nice the way I remember it. I was like four or something so yea.

follow Nine

I want to be God. God from the bible. That counts right? Yea I'd want to be God, I'm not trying to be a little shit or anything I just want to know what it would feel like to exist before existing was a thing that happened. Before anyone calls blasphemy I'll have you know

So that is all I have to say to you Mister (or Miss). 

But really like having unfathomable power, I could destroy a world and then remake it and no one would know because I'm God and my word is law. I could very literally do whatever I wanted and that is freaking amazing. It'd be like playing the Sims but better. Because I could raise the dead if I wanted.

It's safe to say I would be very weird, and I probably do things, or rather make my little people do things, just to see what'd happen.

Also being immortal just seems kinda cool.

eggs ate Eight eels

*Kid voice* When I grow up I'm going to be a doctor.

No really though I want to go into medicine. Because then I can cut people open and no one will tell me it's wrong. 

this picture just kind of feels right for the direction i know this is gonna head in

Specifically neurology. People are really weird when you think about it. Like people are just ten pound brains piloting slabs of meat. 

Not to mention it named itself. 

How could you not want to study it? All you are is contained in a convenient, squishy, 10 pound package that if you poke the wrong way could make you either forget how to function or kill you. 

The age of lobotomy deserves more credit than it got as far as brain study went. Sure it wasn't exactly the best way to approach things but it did aid medical science in that they no they're probably never going to go down that road again. 

...

I feel I've lost focus somewhere.

Also lobotomies are bad ok, let's leave it at that.

and Sevens

In the middle ages teenagers probably picked on other teenagers to have fun.

Whoa wait a second by the time they were teenagers weren't most people in the middle ages married??
At least the chicks anyway????

Seems like a pretty shitty life in general if that's the case and I'm pretty sure it is.

What she doesn't know it that The 40 year old Duke of Dukeshire is coming to whisk her away to be wed on the morrow.

You know what's really interesting though? How no one really lived past thirty all that often in the middle ages since everyone was so unclean and there was a blatant lack of hygiene.  So by the time you reach forty you're like super duper old and probably revered as a wise person or something dumb like that.

Sixes

Money might not be able to buy "happiness" but it certainly does buy a wave runner...as comedian Daniel Tosh has pointed out:

I think he brings up a pretty good point. I was going to make a point about how it doesn't matter if you have anything or not when you're depressed but then I realized I've never owned a wave runner so I can't really claim anything because I have no experience on that front.

I running out of ideas and I'm aiming to make these journals as ~*~**uNiQuE**~*~ as possible.

So whatever maybe money doesn't buy happiness but it's not like it doesn't help you out let's be serious here.

Five ways to sunday

I guess i'm musical.

I'm a beginner at playing bass, and I know how to play piano.

While on the subject of music I'd like to add that while influential I think the Beatles are totally overrated. But who am I to judge I mean my favorite bands are/were indie  (at least at some point).

You probably won't understand this if you don't like modest mouse but it's pretty funny ok.

Welp.
Yea I mean you tell someone you like indie rock and suddenly there goes your music cred and it gets replaced with pretentious cred. I don't think I'm all that pretentious (at least I hope not oh gosh).
Chillwave is pretty cool too.

and Four to go

A recipe for happiness
                    (Makes 4-8 servings)

     For this recipe you will need:

• 8 cups of optimism
• Something you like
• A large glass bowl
• A box of who gives a shit
• 3 swedish fish

1. Open the box of who gives a shit. 
2. Pour in the 8 cups of optimism.
3. Put it in the large glass bowl
4. Eat all of it in one sitting.

Optional Steps:

1. Garnish with swedish fish

Well that was admittedly a bunch of BS but I don't know what makes people happy and junk. I mean yea dopamine certainly makes people happy but is it really all in the chemicals?

Hell yes it is.

Dopamine is why people get addicted to drugs like cocaine and methamphetamine (says Wikipedia).
So I'm guessing that it probably is just in the chemicals which is why there are medications that can fix things like depression and what not.

Three's a crowd

I've never had an official premonition but I have a lot of deja vu. It's a problem. Similar to the way Squidward falls through the fly of despair I fall through weirdly lucid days among other things. Like I've had dreams where I've lived through a Tuesday and then I wake up and live through basically the exact same Tuesday. (maybe my days are just really mundane...)

                                                                            cries

 I don't want to banish the thought of fortune tellers or people that can tell the future because who am I to say they can't? It's not like I've actually had an experience with them either.

Eh, short entry is short.

Two's company

Revenge is like the best thing ever but it's almost never perfect and that is what make me sad. ლ(́◉◞౪◟◉‵ლ)
The best thing about it is sometimes you don't even have to work hard for it. You say some words and that makes the other person feel really really guilty and uGH YES HAHA GOT YOU NOW WHAT CHALLENGE ME AGAIN PEASANT SEE WHAT HAPPENS.

But then sometimes someone guilt trips the shit out of you and you kind of just

and then it's all awkward beacause you can't say anything and it's just a really bad feeling over all. Look, I'm not a sociopath or anything but I just like getting a very just and satisfying revenge. I think that the most vengeful people are the kind of people are the ones who feel like they don't have much to care about I guess. Like if you already have so little and someone tries to cross you you tend to get defensive and you tend to lean toward being kind of angry.

I'm not actually angry or anything but I am very protective so I guess that'd make me easily provoked(????)
Revenge probably isn't the best thing to strive for but sometimes it's all you want to strive for. So I guess my point is
            Eat, Drink, and be Vengeful. (◡ ‿ ◡✿)
                       ( For tomorrow you die. (◉ ‿ ◉✿)  )

One is a lonely number

Ok so I want to get something across first:
I'm a shit liar.
Like I'm not even kidding it's kind of pitiful when I try to lie. But on serveral occasions I have actually pulled it off, and pretty well I might add. My favorite although was probably when I had first started high school. I had just turned 14 and I had no friends obviously, so i kind of told a little white lie about being foreign.

OK, maybe some back story is in order. I've always liked to do accents and crap like that and my most developed and convincing accent was at that time a fake british accent. (It wasn't actually all that good but it's not like Americans that had never been to Britain would know right? Exactly!)

So when the little freshman connection workshop thing teacher called on me I did the accent whilst I introduced myself and it worked like a charm. Everyone actually thought I was British and this was the most hilarious thing to me.



                          

                                I googled britain and this came up are you kidding me.

In retrospect I probably shouldn't have lied about that since it was such a pain to keep the accent up all the time. But when it did finally come out that I wasn't British and it was a fake accent instead of being met with hostility I was met with "Oh my god that was really convincing." And I did get some friends out of it granted then I was drafted into IB (Yes drafted, IB is a war zone I shit you not.) and then I was separated from those friends.

And that's how that story ends.