I am extremely bored. Why isn't my life exciting? For those of you that care do you think I should send my contraversial poem to a writing contest? They may not except it and then keep it to publish and I don't get anything. I don't see the point of entering that contest, but I want to see how good my poem-writing skills are. Plus, if it gets in, I can rub it into a bunch of people's faces. Especially my arch nemesis who is nameless as far as you know. Maybe I should send a more subtle and shorter poem. Maybe some day I'll actually post one of my poems. I have a gigantimo English project that I am procrastinating. So I'm going to keep on writing about random stuff. The shortcut things at the bottom of this posting screen is starting to bother me. I don't know how half of them work. Student elections are coming up. I'm running for class representatinve. If you are in my 1A vote for me. I'm Mrunali for those of you who don't know. The clock at the bottom is wrong. I haven't posted somthing in a while. I'm sleepy. As some of you know, when I am sleepy I go cuckoo. Like the bird who goes cuckoo for Cocoa puffs except I just like the word cuckoo. I'm not that fond of chocolate. So I think that the coolest first date ever, or just plain date would be at a circus. But that's just my opinion. I mean I'm a big fan of tigers and lions and clowns. Clowns are cool except they can be creepy like in "It". I think we should sue Stephen King. He turned a perfectly normal kid character into a psychotic, maniacal villian. I bet a lot less kids would be scared of clowns if it wasn't for that book. Lilo wouldn't be. I just hacked into my younger sister's email thingy. And you readers will never notice the differecnce in time. In English we watched the Simpsons version of "The Raven". VH1 rocks. The numbers with this font is messed up. Oh well. I'm bored of writing this. Bye.