The scariest thing I can imagine is knowning that I’m going to die sometime in very near future. I’m dead scared that I’m going to pass the average age for Icelandic women and just be convinced after that that I’m going to die any moment and stop eating or caring or doing anything, just because I can’t stop thinking about when I’m going to die. When I die, I hope it’s quick and unexpected. Nothing like cancer without a cure or something else unpleasant and avoidable. Or a murderer who keeps me tied on a chair while he wonders how he’s going to kill me, with nobody knowing where I am or where he is or anything. Actually, it would be kind of exciting if somebody did know it and it were a matter of time or something, but a matter of time is a matter of time and that would be kinda exciting like I said, wondering if I were really going to die. But if I knew that I was definitely going to die and I wasn’t hoping to live or anything, just knowing I’m about to die, I’d seriously panic. I have this fear of being tied up so I can’t move or talk or do anything, too. It would be really scary not to be able to move. Even if nothing was going to happen to me or anything, I’d just be really scared. I don’t really know though. I can imagine being scared if I were stuck in an elevator in a burning building even though somebody might discover me and save me.
This map on my wall is interesting, because it has all the mountains raised. I wonder how good it is in relation to real life, compared to its actual size. The Pokémon poster is interesting too. The shadow of that curtain is kinda cool because of how diagonal it is. My friend drew a nice Christmas tree on that Christmas card. My hairbrush has a lot of hair in it. StarCraft is a cool game, I like the humans but the Zerg are cool, they’ðre just kinda alien-like and with this kind of octopus alien-like look thing that I just don’t get. They don’t really look like octopi, or octopuses or however the plural of that thing is, though, that was just the first thing I thought of for some reason. Octopi are interesting creatures that spew ink. I have no idea why I just typed that. I wonder if my caulculator still has my name on it there somewhere. I think it came off after a couple of years of rolling around in my schoolbag. Why is the default langauge in my Word documents always set to Icelandic? The little pencil on the icon that says if I’m typing is fun, I can watch it to make sure I’m always typing non-stop because otherwise it will have a little red V symbol. But I’m kinda cheating because I always automatically correct my mistakes while I’m typing. I can’t help it somehow. I’m just pressing backspace before I can think “don’t correct it”, and if I don’t think it I’m really more following the rule because I’m not supposed to be thinking about what I’m doing, am I? I still have my Butterfree drive open. I wonder if I can access the Z drive yet. When will Dad be home? I should be writing about something, not just the random things I think of. Hmm, how about writing this Harry Potter thing I dreamt a while ago:
Voldemort, Draco and the Death Eaters made some certain objects glow blue, but when the blue-glowing objects were touched in daylight, they would always make the person who touched them glow blue too. The blue-glowing people were dangerous and had to have the spell lifted by Draco, Crabbe, Goyle or some other Death Eater’s child who knew the counter-curse. I don’t remember why they couldn’t just tell what the words were, though. Oh, right, the Death Eater children were speaking too quietly for them to hear. So basically Harry got blue-glowed, or was it Ron and Hermione who got blue-glowed when they were hugging or something like that, because Hermione got blue-glowed from reading a blue-glowed book, and then she hugged Ron and he got blue-glowed too? Yeah, that was it. So basically, that was how it went, and then I thought in the dream that it was the story of the fourth book, but of course it wasn’t. It was just before I saw the movie, I think. Anyway, my alarm clock keeps beeping every thirty seconds or something so I always stop typing thinking I’m done or something. But now there are two minutes left, it appears. Why is the default langauge on my Word set to Icelandic? Didn’t I type that earlier? Anyway, page two of two because I started writing notes for the Fanfiction Writer’s Challenge at Pokécommunity at the top of this document and this is just the second page and will be here temporarily until I post it in the thread. Geeze, I’m writing a lot. I think it’s more than anybody else wrote. But anyway, one minute left. Hmm, the Balance of Power has Shifted. It’s a pretty cool poster, but it’s got advertisements at the bottom of it and “Pokémon Emerald version” in the upper left corner. Now this has got to be over soon, yeah, it’s ten seconds, now it’s three, two one, done.
