Free writes are weird. If I don't get a call back by 2...am, I'm going to bed. How does this save automatically? And why don't I understand anything when it comes to the internet? Does anyone really? I should stop asking questions. Sea Gulls. I should write a song. A semi-serious, kind of funny little bop along that people half think they understand (but they're wrong) and half know they have no clue what it is about, yet they love it anyway and they hate me, the songwriter, for that. We should get some adorable band to play it. When I Was 12? Freelance Whales? If someone from 5 years in the future were to read this it would make absolutely no sense. It's sort of funny how that works. If I were to read someone's diary from the 80's almost all, if not all of it would be meaningless. The people, places, events would be foreign to me and as a result I would put the damn thing down. But what if, by some stroke of odd fairy like luck I understood it? What if it unfolded a world so foreign in a method so universal that I would ravage my way through it like something that ravages it's way through things. I wish I had an animal or something in mind to make me sound all clever and cool. Onward and upward. So I hate procrastination. How about you guys? That sounds like the opening to a really awful stand up comedy bit. Oh geez, is this what I am? A bad comedian? I mean I suppose there are worse things, like a drug dealer or a coke whore or a racoon. But many drug dealers aren't that bad and I don't know any coke whores but it has to be better than being a racoon. Everyone hates racoons. (Note to self: learn how to spell raccoon.) I don't have very much space left to fill with trivialities. So for some depth...go swimming. I have nothing for ya. Not yet anyways, it is 1:53...or well 5 minutes until and I am getting sleepy. No watch wielding hypnotist can beat homework in the world of inducing sleepiness. They should take some lessons. Maybe if all hypnotists became math teachers or something they would actually be able to accomplish their goal. But no. Their goal was to be a hypnotist, but I guess they didn't read the fine print on the application that read "IF YOU SIGN THE DOTTED LINE YOU WILL SUCK FOREVER." I'm sure that bit wasn't in all caps, but if it had been I still think they would dive right in. This is awful, I'm sure hypnotists are very intelligent individuals. I dont know any. Maybe I'll marry one.shi