*w00t*
Random journal time!

I have been in a strange sort of mood all day, and have decided that making sense is no fun whatsoever. So I shall abstain.

Alrighty, so today I was taking pictures of random old people. They all were painting pictures, and for some reason, they all seem to be of flowers. What the hell is with old people and flowers? They all seem to love to garden, but in case no one has noticed, you need to be agile to do that sort of thing. But anyway, they are making their lovely pictures and I am photographing them, trying to be a fly on the wall, and that sort of thing. So that got me singing the song, of course (thank you, AC/DC) and then I started imagining that I was Angus Young. For some reason, that seemed like a good thing to do. So here I am in this old folk's home, dancing around with my camera, and acting like a complete freak.

As I was doing all of this, there was this little old asian lady in a pink-no, magenta-suit just staring at me. I looked over and grinned, and she looked away. I would continue to catch her looking at me, and for some reason, I found it hilarious. so I continued my asinine dance, and began to put on a little show for the weird asian lady. And she would laugh and clap, and act like a senile asian lady..for those of you who do not know what this entails, do not try to guess. It was freaking hilarious though. And so I am dancing, and the guy that I was shadowing with from the Tribune is trying to take pictures.

Long story short, Courtney made a fool of herself in public. Big surprise.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As I was sitting and typing, I had this weird daydream where life was like Futurama for a moment or two.

But I will not tell you about it.

HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHLALHALHALHALHALHALHALH!

I cannot type, evidently.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

And now, I will babble meaninglessly......

So there is this guy sitting across from me who smokes. And he reeks of cigarette smoke. And he has red hair. And he is wearing an awesome pair of Chucks. Can you guess who he is?

Bet you cannot.
>.<

He is the Boogeyman. And he works for the Greeley Tribune. And I know him.

That is right, I know the Boogeyman. Eat it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Madness takes a toll. Please have exact change."

This is how I feel sometimes. Only I NEVER have the correct change. The story of my life.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

My finger is really starting to kill me. Maybe I should just stop typing. But first, a splendiferous story..

Once upon a time, there was a little girl wandering around in the dark. She heard someone behind her, so she quickened her footsteps. Her breath got faster and faster as she heard him gaining on her. She turned around to see who he was, but his face was shrouded in darkness. Suddenly, his hood fell back, and she saw his face. She recognized him. He was....

Oh no. My finger just died.
HAHAHAHA.

And this is Courtney, signing off.