Current mood:

drained

noble bug activists
i started reading my journal again yesterday after eons and remembered my identity as dumbledore again. i apologize for the lack of writing, due to my mental imbalances (yes, it started talking to me again) and that one month voyage i didn't take to the moon, i could not keep up to date with my blog.

there are two ladybugs in my room that keep smacking into my ceiling. every 30 seconds i hear a clicking sound. it's not fair that they can so carelessly and freely bash into hard surfaces and still rebound and do the same thing again and again. we humans just aren't flexible.


it's also not fair that they don't roam on anywhere but the ceiling. i can't reach them.

my brother is getting excited studying for his finals. it's part of the whole new college experience for him. the other day he wanted to camp out at the library with me and read physics and chemistry stories to each other under the light of the... light. i'm a little scared of physics stories. it was too much for me. i wimped out.


did you know that the guy who funded for the nobel prizes invented dynamite and felt guilty for the damage it would do to the world and so put money in a bank that he never took out so it would gradually accumulate and be awarded to those who do good for the world?

i decided a few weeks ago i would like to win the nobel prize for something one day. i'm sure everyone and anyone that's won it had in their minds the goal of receiving the award and thus found a way to accomplish whatever feats it took to get it. and so i decided that i want to win it. i'm thinking about bashing two molecules together at high speeds and creating a portal to the parallel universe where my parallel self is a bug rights activist. i am positive bug rights activists are the key to world peace.