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12-02-02-02-02-02 Dear Skitz, Oooo! It's SNOWING! The snow is all, like, white and cold! Why can't snow be warm? It should be, because if it were warm it would be much more enjoyable. I mean, it wouldn't make you numb, you wouldn't have to wear heavy clothing, and it wouldn't be extremely painful if someone shoves some down your pants! Edwardo is still gone. Has he died? GASP! HAS HE BEEN LOOKING FOR MY SECRET STASH OF FREE-TOES!?! NOO! THEY ARE MINE!!! This freaky little alien named Wyzpph came to visit me today. Man, I haven't seen Wyzpph since I was like, four! Some of you may have noticed that I spelled out four instead of just putting "4." Pretty impressve, hm? Why are you highlighting me??? Tomorrow I get to go to school! It should be much more interesting tomorrow. Most certainly. I'm just a birdie toooo, Ent 12-01-02 Dear Skitz, Still in the maxiumum sercurity cell! I liked my old room better... the padding was more fluffy. I forgot to mention this... Artemis gave me a letter from some scary person named Monkey. I'm not sure if this person is the same as my friend Monkey. This person's real name was Monkey, I think. What kind of parent names their kid Monkey? I feel bad for ya', Monkey! Anyway, I wrote a response to this letter and Artemis said that he would mail it for me. I wrote this little diddy that I only spent an hour on. It's not very good, since my only instruments are my tuning sporks. Anyway, I finished and Artemis took it away! That fhqwgads!!! He agitates me! Edwardo still hasn't returned from his special sort of journey or whatever the fhqwagads it is that he's doing. I miss Edwardo. We had so much fun playing "The Mime Game." That game is sooo much fun! Anyway, without Edwardo this place is awfully boring. Oh well... Muy lapices en mi jamon, Ent 11-30-02 Dear Skitz, What in name of fhqwhads is going on today!? First, this girl out in the hall screamed, "Some guy hugged me and then picked me up and put me in an empty trashcan. his name is "Peachy", and he scares me!!!" I hid in the corner for a while until all was safe again. Today this banner kept popping into my thoughts today. It kept flashing rainbow colors and said, "You're an instant winner! Click here for prize!" Everytime I tried to think of an idea or have a thought, it would pop up. I had to keep Xing it out. I hope other people have this problem so that they can feel my pain and suffering! Edwardo went away today on some mythical journey or something. He took my scarf. FHQWGADS! That was my SCARF he took! My scarf.... Whoops! Time for bed. Eating the matress is not acceptable! Tempting, but I WON'T GIVE IN! Has struck a chord, Ent 11-29-02 Dear Skitz, Edwardo STILL doesn't have his soup. C'mon, it's been four days! Geez! Today was Internet day at the asylum (we get this once a month near the end of the month). Anyway, I spent most of my time in this one Yu-Gi-Oh! chatroom and there was this one person who kept saying "apognrogvaurngponaohgafpognouhhnr!!" and I was like, "What?" and he or she was all like, "aopreaghpaorgntpnroiearngpo!!" and I was all like, "What are you saying?" and he or she was all like "ghbntpnpotnbpeotrghpo!" I was all, "ga-ha-bunt-pin-wha'?" Man, it was crazy. Because I am still in my maximum sercurity cell I had to log off my computer early: 6:00 pm. This annoyed me slightly, but I occupied myself with other things instead of the net. I do enjoy drawing very much, as well as writing. I do make a lot of stories. I think they should all be published, as they are all works of extreme genius. Artemis Silver doesn't think that they are very good. He is obviously tasteless and doesn't understand the complex ways of modern story. In addition to those two, I also love music. Not this new music; rap and pop should die a horrible death. Rock is nice and classical is the jewel of music. As well as listening to music, I write music. I feel that music is the ultimate form of expression. No language boundries as in writing and no paper which borders cannot be exceeded, as in drawing. Music is how long you want it to be and sets a mood no matter what language you speak. I like music. No hablo ingles, -Ent 11-28-02 Dear Skitz, Happy day! Like I said yesterday, Thanksgiving at the asylum is always fun. I got TWO pieces of bread today instead of just one! And water with ICE in it! Wow! This was the BESTEST Turkey Day EVA'! Nothing much happened in the morning. Edwardo used my toothbrush again and then stuck it in someone's eye. I tried to explain to Artemis that it was Edwardo, but I Artemis didn't believe me. He had some guards throw me in the Maximum Sercurity cell. Pfft. Stupid Edwardo... Things around here remained relatively quiet until meal time. After devouring my feast, I easily broke out of the maximum sercurity cell and made my way down to the highway. There I collected broken bottles and pieces of paper so I could give them to less fortunate needy people (they need to eat). While searching around for these items, I found twenty bucks that someone must have dropped. I ran into the middle of the highway and held out the bill to a speeding car and politely asked, "Is this yours?" Well, the car just swerved a bit and then hit me head one. I landed some feet from where I had been standing and I realized that I was covered in blood. While checking to see if I still had all of my organs I realized that I had lost a kidney. There's no need to worry though, because I still have 6 more left. I decided never to run into the road searching for owners of twenty dollar bills again. I sped down to a local McDurnald's and ordered a cheeseburger cheeseburger. I asked for a spork because I didn't want to eat with bloody hands. What happened next was horrible. "We're all out of sporks," he said. It echoed through my mind, taunting me over and over and over. I twitched and began having visions of a sporkless world. People were crying, children living in fear, darkness and gloom overshadowed everything. The spoon people and the fork people were waging war because they had no common ground; there were no sporks. I leapt onto the counter infront of me and kicked over one of the cash registers. "NO SPORKS!?!?" I growled at the man behind the desk. "WHAT IF YOU HAD NO HEAD!? WHAT IF YOU HAD NO ARMS OR LEGS!? WHAT IF YOU HAD NO TORSO!" I think that put it into perspective for him (I can be deep when I want to). It was that or the dancing on his face. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT!? NO SPORKS! I vowed never to go back to that dirty place. I spit on it's lawn! PTTOOWWEE!!! I mean, I can understand not having knives or spoons or forks, but NO SPORKS!? That's against the law, isn't it? Anyway, I snuck back into my maximum sercurity cell. Edwardo was there. He gave me back the spork that I wounded him with two days ago. That really made my Turkey Day! Happy Winter, -Ent 11-27-02 Dear Skitz, Edwardo's spork wound was healed today so he could go to school with me! YAY! Me and Edwardo have such fun! Anyway, Edwardo isn't the point of this! On with the day! It all started out very nicely. The white coats escourted me to my first hour class (though I don't see why they have to do that, I'm perfectly... trustworthy... hehehehehee... heh...) and I sat down at my seat. We watched some video on moose (or was it about mustard... I do not remember)and then Marimuffin and I were forced into doing these mind puzzles. They were horrible, Satanic things that I knew were all sorcery! ALL OF THEM! I stayed away from them and let Marimuffin answer them... better her than me... BWAHAHAHHAHA! Then, in my second hour, I got bit by this rabid monkey and began running about wildly. SystemGirl chased me around while Tref and Char kept devising plans to capture me. They wouldn't have caught me, but I ran into a brick wall. I don't know who sicked the monkey on me. I think it was Tref though. She KNEW I would run into that wall. Rar... My third hour is Spanish, to which I scream "NOOOOoooOOOO!" with a big Spanishy, accentious... thingy! Anyway, Bob threw his head into a computer monitor in the computer lab. I was standing behind him when he did it. I was the only one who saw him do it. He was seriously hurt. He had put gum on my favorite shirt not three minutes before. Funny how these things work out, huh? During my lunch hour, three people sat on Edwardo! I couldn't believe it! THREE PEOPLE! How inhumane! Mister UselessInformation was nice enough to buy Edwardo some soup. Then he said that in some fish colonies there is only one male, and if that male dies, then a female changes her gender to keep the colony going. I threatened him with my deadly plastic spork. Then all was peaceful. Fourth and fifth hour were pretty much the same as they always are. In fourth hour, the monkey jumped out of the file cabinet (Marimuffin and DeLaNoo managed to beat it with sticks until it returned to the safety of it's file cabinet) and in fifth hour my head exploded and then another grew back. Just another ordinary day. My sixth hour, however, is a mad house! Miss Information, who we all kindly refer to as Misinformation, makes us do WORK! Isn't that outrageous? No monkey, no exploding; she won't even let me us my spork against Twitch when he throws pictures of Richard Garfield and his bowties at me from across the room. SheBitesBack got sent down to the pricipal's office for trying to bit Misinformation's jugular vain. She did not succeed, dispite her best efforts (all the wasted time she spent filing her teeth into sharp points... tsk tsk tsk!). After getting my viola case opened and checked for weapons by a local policemen, I beat him with it and ran back to the medical truck. Back at the institute, Artemis told me that I should be receiving letters soon from concerned people on the internet. I say that I will answer, but only if they give Edwardo soup. You know, la sopa de Edwardo. Si, gracias. Today was a bit less eventful than I had hoped. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving! That's always fun in the asylum. Completely calm and sane, -Ent 11-26-02 Dear Skitz, Let me introduce myself. My name is Ent. Yes, I know what your thinking, and you're WRONG! YOU ALL ARE! .... now what was I about to say? It's winter, my favorite holiday! It gets dark really quick and I have more chances to sneak out of my cell and terrorize people on the highway near the institute. That's always a hoot! Edwardo doesn't like winter, so I hit him with a rat that crawled into my padded room. Don't worry, the rat is okay. Edwardo got really hungry today, but Artemis didn't get him any soup! What an evil man! Not giving poor Edwardo his soup! HE COMMANDED ME TO GET SOUP! Evil Artemis. That reminds me. Artemis says that the institute put up some website to help me. I didn't sign anything that said I could go on this site! Where is my lawyer!? I don't have one, do I Skitz? Edwardo could be my lawyer then! He's good at lying! Tedious things, these pencils are! All this sharpening! I have to sharpen it with my teeth because the safety sharpener that Artemis gave me is too confusing. It's just this box with a hole in it. None of the box's edges are sharp enough to widdle the end of the pencil into a nice point. Artemis's little toys never amuse me. He thinks I'M crazy. Pfft! Edwardo couldn't come to school with me today. I stabbed him with a spork and he was still recovering. I saw all of my good friends and we had the best time ever! Well, not really, but it was fun. My friends all have names. Big ones! They are long and more than three letters. I can't remember any of their names though... but I gave each one a nickname that I knew I would remember! Well, let's see. There's Twitch (Male), Marimuffin (Female), Mr. UselessInformation (M)(you have to scream that), DeLaNoo (F), Tref (F), Lotus (M), SheBitesBack (F), SystemGirl (F), Monkey (F), and Swims (F). Ha ha, now try to remember their genders in later journals, Skitz! Ha ha ha! My friends are friendly! I give claps of feet for them! My ear is itching!!!! That estupido Emu hasn't shut up in six days! The Demon Emu lives under the floor of my padded room. It keeps squeaking and making horrible bird noises. It really makes me mad. I want to know why it haunts me! I mean, of all things Satan could have sent, it was a noisy Emu! That makes me cry! Edwardo sometimes uses magic powers to silence the emu for a bit, but not forever. Stupid emu! RAR! Edwardo wants his soup! NOW! Forver your greasy bacon of goodness, -Ent |
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