Yes, yes that's right.
My monkey has died and gone to heaven.
And I certainly did not title my journal that purely because it's the song in my head.

And speaking of lying...

I certainly didn't post a journal simply because you guys did.
No.
Of course not.



Yeah, so now I have to actually think of something to say.
Um... you know that whole thing about if you have both your arms out, the distance between each tips of your fingers is your height?
Well I never actually believed it, but I've seen it proved.
So, yeah.
That's pretty interesting isn't it?

Well, uh. I've got more acting talk. So yeah. Seems that every journal has acting talk in it.
Oh
You remember how I was stressed in my last journal?
Yep, 'cause the theatre competition was on, and the play I wrote was in it, and I was worried about everything etc. but it resolved itself in the sense that the three performances not only went off without a hitch, but we also won and had the best actress and got a lot of laughs so it worked out well.

Um, and we've started rehearsing school play.
I'm annoyed with my character. He's real fun to play, but it's kind of difficult.
I mean, at some point I become....like.... a bipolar, paranoid schizophrenic and start freaking out all crazy like.
Which is nice and all. Fun to play. Not difficult.
But I also have to do all of this, as a fat, tough, bloke.
Which contradicts itself, I think.
Think of a March Hare, mixed with your father_{Or at least, mine}


You know what I saw today?
A 10 year old with a shorter skirt than most girls at my school.
Which is pretty freakin' amazing.
I wonder if she even realises how skanky she is...


Um...
Acoustic guitars are good.
I wish I had steel strings, though. Reckon that it sound cleaner than the ones I've got now.
Nylon strings, yo. They're the buzziest.
Or do I just suck?


You look pretty