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8:11 pm: My dad likes my layout, even if you don't. So don't whine. My dad is awesome and he knows what he's talking about.
6:33 pm: You know you've been computering too much when a bird chirps outside and he asks, "Is that Creatures?" Ha! I ask him if he remembers the outside world. Owt-Zide Werld? What's that?
6:00 pm: I guess I just don't get it. Fake? Real? I don't know. It's raining now. BIG FAT drops. Okay.
5:37 pm: I know that the guy was probably very horrible and hateful and just a real [fill in the blank with a word that starts with B,] but this also makes me want to cry. Sometimes I can't stand this world we live in. Why wouldn't someone want to live? I don't know. I sound like I am sticking up for the guy, but I'm not. It just shocks and offends me that he would want to DIE! I shouldn't expect otherwords. Perhaps he has a conscience. I doubt it, or why would he kill those people? Jerk.
5:11 pm: Isn't it nice and #2 and #3 are ones that are scratched up, among others. RAWR!!!!
5:01 pm: I really like my 3 doors down CD. I especially like #2 (Loser) and #3 (Duck and Run.) Kryptonite is good too.
4:42 pm: Just thought I'd add something. My name is Becky. . And when my second-cousin Bradley (2- or 3-y/o at the time) came over in '97 or '98, he couldn't pronounce "Becky" correctly. So he called me "Bocky," which slowly transformed into "Boggy", and then when Brad left, my brother adopted the nickname. He changed it to "Bogger". Blogger without the L. He still calls me that.
3:49 pm: Okay, now my desk is clean, but it also feels bare. Stop whining. I made a list of krapp in my little tin cup thing on my desk. Do you want to read it? Can ya tell I'm bored? There's a purple martin bird with its nest outside my front door. She's got 4 eggs in her nest and her hubby-bird stays right by her side. And when I leave the house, she swoops down and almost attacks my head. I'll need psychiatric help by the time her hatching is over with.
3:19 pm: I'm gonna clean my desk. It's littered with socks and stray feathers and sheets of printing paper with scribbled writing on them, and my CDs are just a mess. I'm a clean freak. What can I say?
1:21 pm: My dog is sleeping. (You'll see this "blog" a lot this summer. He sleeps a lot, my little Boston terrier.) Oh and look at this. A delicious one at that. Got that one off of boylog.com. I really like that layout at that place. My foot is asleep. It does that a lot lately.
12:22 pm: Calapitter's uploading thing is not cooperating or my HTML on the page is screwed up. It's ticking me off. I'm going to give internet a break and go eat lunch.
11:40 am: My first blog. It's not really even a blog, because I'm not using Blogger, because I don't use an FTP thing. So I can't use Blogger. I would if I could. But I shouldn't explain this to you.