I always have the feeling that oranges and lemons and such are a food that absolutely hates being eaten. You start off with a srange hard-ish shell that you can't bite into, otherwise there is a horribly nasty taste that explodes in the mouth. Uncool. And once you had removed the exoskeleton, the process of splitting open the actual fruit with out being squirted or, in my case, peed on, requires a great amount of skill. I'm not even sure if there are many out there who have survived the wrath of the oranges and lemons. But my real problem is oranges, not to be confused with tangerines, which took me a while to understand the difference. But ironically, an orange has the same name as a color, and is the actual color, as well. It may not be too hard to explain what your talking about in your language, "ya know, the orange that is a fruit" or "the orange that is a color." But what about when you learn another language? in Spanish, I now understand the difference between naranja and anaranjado. Can you tell which is which?

A sad thought is always being punctured into our heads, "Life without love is no life at all". It's not sad for one to believe in a being giving their all to bring happiness, it is sad to think that is the only think keeping the world happy. The love of a hottie is closely challeged, the love of a scientist the hardly known. Thinking their are many suiters able to take on the challege of love, leaves all open to penetrate such a naive person. If I feel this way only because I haven't experienced a proper mate, well, that in itself explains the major successfull dating ratio, not that I ever have (like I'd waste me time). My time is mine alone, I will spend on my own coffee breaks, not to other's conviniences. Believe in my theory or not, if you truely need all the lovin' you can handle, always hed upstairs.

Of course, there are many sayings we have heard as children. It's nothing strange to here a story that may sound absatively possolutely ridiculous, yet you know you've heard it before. Well after all, you were told silly things as a child and now they're just simply overused... horrible word just. (Once you've seen "Finding Neverland" this quote will most likely jolt you, especially after the movie is through and that's for all who have a more hardened heart such as myself [comes out soon, I saw the Sneak Peek in October and I mean no mannor of making anyone jealous]). So when something is "there you just can't see it", that obviously means you must remember your past memories and conjure up an idea that will relate. This is an encouraging thought (LOTR-I am a quote-repeating finatic). So now that such an inspirational idea can be so captivating, I guess it is safe to say, "Not everything you see is real"... ...how's that for a day's work?

The parents are to name their child whatever they think they would like. Humans have the same idea about their pets. Now, there's no comparison...until you put the overall naming idea together. A pet is, in most people terms (can't keep using humans, people get touchy), something to be owned. And it gives off the vibes that a child is something to be owned as well. Most might consider the answer to this question yes or no, and practically both. "The labor of both giving the birth and providing for is out of my expense-therefore I find it correct in thinking I deserve a little something for that." Well, that doesn't answer the question. "Well they have me to thank for their lives as it goes so far". Yeah, thanks. "Well, no. Because they are human beings. And you can't own a human being...AND BESIDES, THEY DON'T MEAN THE SAME THING!" Welp, all I can say is, nope. No point. You can't own a human. No child, no slave. A person won't stand for something that puts them down for long.

I wonder, at what point are you considered crazy? When so many people in the world say they're crazy, then who are they comparing themselves to? Then a question would be, who's the norm? If everyone is crazy, ok, but, there should be levels, right? I mean, not everyone can be a deranged psyco [that is...syco spelled with a p], which, by the way, I looked up and the meaning apparently is a psycopath and hey, all I can say about that is that folk are not all insane, it's our teachers, such as the Webster's College Dictionary, that are, as the kids in the anime YYH say "the crazies". But about the different levels of crazy peoples thing, it could also be that everyone would place themselves at the top, possibly hoping for more effect. Now, I won't tell you my level cuz...none of you would believe me. But I think you've read enough of my stuff to make your own judgement. Inside PS- I love you Chris. You know who you are that I am talking of! You told me very valuable[sp?] stuff I won't [or can't] forget. Don't give up on me. I'll ask you out, Jonathan, one day! You know who I'm talking of, too!

Ever since I was a youngin I never understood cowboy. A male riding out on a h-h-horse to go and rattle up some c-c-cattle. Now, if I'm not mistaken, cattle is plural for both bull and cow. So...wouldn't cowbullboy or bullcowboy make more sense? Or how about guy-who-goes-out-and-collects-up-bulls-and-cows-for-a-livingboy. Now I do understand that that is a bit much to say when you're describing something as non-complex as a cowboy but honestly, since guys usually like to hover around their own kind, bullboy makes alot more sense...hm...although it does sound like some kind of made up superhero from a 5 year old so I guess cowboy could make more sense. But then again cowboy somehow sounds more like some guy going out on a barn and rounding up cows and giving them manicures and reading them Nursery Rhymes. I can see it now. "Come over here kiddies and Uncle Paul'l read you the story about how the cow jumped over the moon. And remember folks, if you put your mind to it and truely believe, each and every one of you can someday jump over that moon up there". ...kinda like telling a kid to reach for the stars and watching them go out and starting jumping on trampolines and stretching their arms heaven bound. But I guess if you truely want to believe then you better start building your space shuttles and liquid fueled rockets before Pa comes out and gives you another lecture about the time he spent his days worrying about minor things such as cowboys...

I love it when pet owners give their new pet the name of their "favorite idol". It could be an actress/actor, singer/band, model, drug lord, or anyone else that gets paid more than the norm. I had a dream last night about sum chic naming her cat Legolas, than Orlando...Now, after a few hundred seconds of laughing my ventricles and atriums off, I then decided it would be best if I ceased to continue laughing, for all the funny looks I was recieving. Appearantly it was in sum kind off Orlando obsession club. I wondered how I got there but at the moment, I was planning my escape. Now don't get me wrong, Orlando's kickin (I say that alot), but obsessive was never a healthy thing. Besides, he might have gotten a little more from me if it weren't for the actor, who has already claimed my attention (whom would be pictured above, twice)...Why in the seven seas am I telling folk my dreams? That's a plain folk do not mess with. But hey, why not, the next cat I get I should name Mungojerrie (spelled correctly here) or my next monkey I get I should name Jack. Hola Taco Bell.

The sting of Tabasco Sauce. To some, refreshing. To others, deadly. I have watched someone take a heavy amount of the red goodness in and I thought good for you. But of coarse that kid sitting across from them believes it is just for show. But the harder I think about it, the more I realize I can't live without it...by it understand I mean Tabasco Sauce. So, here I am thinking poor innocinet person trying to eat thier favorite dish with thier favorite topping smothered around the top and here comes this retard accusing them of trying to grab the attention the accuser was trying so hard to retain...shut up readers, I never make any sense...oi, bad day. But honestly, is it so bad to like something that most others do not like? Just because it's not the normal topping, I want attention? Wow, great standards. I really look forward to the next time I enter a restaurant. Hola Taco Bell!

Girls and Boys. As different as came be, no? But do come from the same spieces, am I right? And all humans have equal rights, as human (and God) law goes. But somehow I don't feel there is similarity. Don't worry. This won't be about fair rights of gender. My question is, does one side really have to try harder than the other. An example would be clothing. A boy's clothing is comfortable and care free. A girl's might be comfortable, but is there not some consiquence? For some reasons, this idea should be switched. If anything else, a girl should have the cover up. I mean, if I'm not mistaken (and shouldn't be since I believe I share some of those same mishaps of most girls), there is a time in every, ooo say, 1 month that requires a bit of "cover up". Loose, comfortable clothes can resolve this. But my biggest topic of this...topic is, it's not necessary to be the gender to try harder than the other. What I mean is, the tight clothing factor. That factor that states girls wearing tight clothes will get them a guy. A guy can have the opportunity to see what all a girls got and the girl gets nothing. I think not good sirs. PS-you can be sure I'm not contridicting myself.

Has anyone every noticed that some guys have the best hair? I know, amazing to have that conversation come out of me. I must be bored and on major caffine. I just had cupa tea. So, back to the strange topic few have ever heared me talk about. well, really, it's the picture of Mort up top. Hang on, I need a few seconds...wow, i'm still out of character...now about the hair thing, most girls i know take mintues and hours and weeks, to do their hair "correctly". I just tie up my hair. And since it is curly, the hair is one big knot, really. I might cut it all out summer. Someone, who knows me, if you leave a comment saying I'm telling the truth, I know sum folk don't believe me. So, to take hours at a time to do one's hair is...to me...waste of time. At that time, I will have dressed. And by the time the average hour-long-hair-doing girl has finished picking out clothes not already on the floor, I would have already eaten. And so on. So, if what i do is what guys do, then why isn't thier hair like mine? Answer me that Sir Depp!

It took seven days to create earth. Why did it take so long? God has all the power in the world. It shouldn't take him more than a fraction of a second. Or else, maybe he wanted earth to be perfect. But everything he does is perfect. It might also be that he was taking his time in thinking of all the creatures he would create....I really can't argue another side... Honestly,...I got myself confused. But now that I think about it, maybe he didn't want us to think about this topic so hard. After all, people probably are already having a hard time going thru life. Hardly necessary to start up a new argument on how God "does his thing". So maybe if would be wise (and safe) to just "back up" off the topic. He's probably too busy right now, making another human being. But, anyway, let's just forget about this whole fiasco. *readers- oh yea, let's just forget all this time of my life you have wasted rambling*...But if you think about it, that is really all I do. oi. i just noticed that...my condulences to all who suffer reading my thoughts. But that is what a diary is. Alright, I'm done...But you know, God could just be saying,"because I say so", and that's all good to me! PS- For all who don't know and are wondering what the comments mean, March 27th (yesterday in my time), was my birthday. *readers-...huray...* Yes, i am now 16.

Castles. Mansions. The White House. All these huge houses, and what is their purpose? Is it necessary to have such a big house for usually such a small family, and then the huge families are stuck living in a cockroach-infested shed. Shouldn't the rich folk be having huge families? They have enoung space and food and it's not like they are already actually doing something. Living in the White House, I would have paranoia problems. You might see me standing inside the wedge of a corner repeatingto myself *don't touch anything. don't touch anything*. It probably wouldn't be safe to stand in front of a window, neither. Spies and snipers. So why have windows? Does the owner want to feel at least a little like the norm? Well, sorry hun, a little late for that. Anyway, all I am saying is, does it really take two stuck up people to take the place of a thousand life spreading oxygen makers?

When you recieve a nicely wrapped box, what comes to mind. Do you think hard about why this certain person gave you a present? I mean, after all, today is the Ides of March (i know, spelling). Or do you get overly excited about what might be in it and get upset that it was not the present you wanted? What do you do when this happens? The gift giver is standing right there, trying to read all of your expressions on your face and is waiting for a reply, what do you do in this situation? Is it right to just smile and give thanks and such, and if it is right, do you think you would do it? These questions were not directed to all who read as some kind of hidden criticism, just a daily entry. Well, maybe weekly...eesh.

Back to the flower theory. Well, maybe not a...thoery, maybe more of a...discusion or a...criticizim but to get back to the point. The thing is if I were to recieve flowers, I would rather them be fake. This issue could go either way for sum people but I stick to my decision. Fake flowers never die and are always upright. Now real flowers have the scent of a real nature expierience. But hey, if you just want sumfin to smell nice, you can always spray perfume on yer fake flowers. I dunno. Am I too negative?

A funny saying it is,..."An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth"...Now, one quick thought about that saying and you might say that it means the same thing as "You scratch my back, I scratch yours". But if you think about hard, you realize they are two completely different meanings. The scratching one makes alot of sense to me but the tooth one...has no real baseline. What does this mean? A tooth for a tooth...what good is someone else's tooth if it says you have one for yourself. And if it's a bad tooth, the other guy isn't going to take it. Same thing for the eye part. Wat is this? ShareYourTeethAndEye Fest 2004? (Thanks Kiefy)Unlikely you will find someone in the street who is willing to go thru a tooth transplant for a defected one. Not to many heros out there like that. A good reason to stay on your toes.

Have you ever gon to someone's house and thought it was beautiful and saw a candy bowl in hte middle of the living room coffee table where you go over and remove the lid to see nothing but fruit flavored candy? Now, if i'm not mistaken, the word "candy" usually consists with chocolate and vanilla and stuff, correct? I mean, do you not usually think candy to be like this? I did. But this makes me wonder about the fruit flavored candies. Did mothers around the US call in the local candy companies and ask: "My children luv yer stuff and all but I'm not sure I agree with them. Maybe if you reduced calories and cholestrol and fat and sugar or sumfin." And the ringleaders of these candy industries will say: "How?" And the mothers of KanahapaMississippiCounty will reply "Oh! I know! Let's replace the vanilla and chocolate with strawberry and apple to bring the children of KanahaMississippiCounty their daily fiber and protein vitamins and minerals!" And they do this to try to make children's food a health hazard! Not necessary!

Kevin? why do cats have nine lives? are they somehow better? Or do they need an extra eight just incase a couple of demons decide they want no part in the underworld? Because, cats are the guardians of the underworld, correct? Oi. Too many questions that need answering. But that's what I'm here for. But really, a cat's whiskers are its balancer correct? And when they fall, their balancers kick in to have them land right side up, if I'm not mistaken. So...this means that they need more lives, just in case, you know, they decide "oh, I'm not having a good day. Perhaps I should jump off a bridge and see how tomorrow will go"? O.O Not that I'm saying that that's normal or right, it's just...I should just stop before I get ahead of myself. Sleep well tonight. Don't let the bed...bugs...ooooo...

A curious invention, the soda. One can't help but to think that at once it's purpose was to be some sort of pranking device. Otherwise, why would you booby-trap a drink? Refreshing as the beverage is, I can't help but to tear up and burp with each sip of soda. Not to mention the odd brand names of each soda company: Coca Cola, Dr. Pepper, and the worst name of all, Root Beer. Although some say it is not a soda. But it tastes and feels like soda to me. Now Pepsi and Sprite, they aren't such bad names after all (listen to me, I sound like a story book). Because Pepsi seems like an original enough name to me and Sprite actually sounds like a real word. Maybe it is. If it is, my mind can not remember its meaning. Not that I might actually know but then again, I am rambling about nothing so, if I have nothing else to critisize about soda, I best be on my way (there you go, another strange saying. I'll top that one off later). As they say in Italy, Chow!

Roses. Such strange gifts to give someone you consider close. a rose is red as in romance and hearts, yes, but what about blood? Sorry guys but, oi. Like Starfire says of Teen Titans (airs at 9 Sat. on Cartoon Network and 10 Sun Pacific I believe), "I believe it is costume on this planet to wear a dead plant". My point exactly. Now, are dead plants really necessary? Especially a plant that has thorns. "Hey babe, I love you and all but I thought it'd be nice to give you a deceased lifeform. If it gives you a poke, it doesn't like you." Man, luv u too, babe...Thumbelina was born from a rose. hmm...well, I know I give alot of thought to these strange sayings but the human culture is still knew to me. I'm afraid I'm not sure I completely understand it.

An apple a day keeps the doctor away. Now...do you really want your doctor to leave? I mean, what can an apple do that a doctor can't do better? For example, if you were to recieve tuberculosis, an apple isn't going to com up to you and say: "Hey, eat me. I cure TB!" Have you ever seen an apple that desires to be eaten? Or how about if you were to recieve a broken leg. An apple doesn't know how to x-ray or bandage or anything of the sort. Apples are putting doctors out of business! Docs want YOU to support National hospitals.