these last five minutes are dragging on forever.
i am so tired.
i didn't actually sleep the night before yesterday.
so i've been awake since 3pm friday.
i need to sleep so badly.

so anyway, thanks for everything.
i'm going to bed soon.
i ate pears and cheese and apples, and i feel alright.
i think i popped something in my eye though, cause there's like blood vessels not going away.
and you stay awake too long, you see stuff.
like the coke can moving and stuff.
my eyes hurt.
i need to sleep.

it's been really fun.
the contests and the people i've met, even briefly.
this has been an incredible experience and i hope to do it again in `08.
goodnight, blogathoners.

so before i post my last entry of blogathon, i have to say how amazing this experience was. i'm sad to see it coming to an end so soon. i would definitely like to do this more than once a year, it's so fun and i met, though briefly, nice people and felt like i was making a difference, even though i only raised 10$.

so i'll definitely be participating next year. thanks to my sponsor, feather, my monitor, eliza, laurie for the shirt and mike for the marble guessing fun.

this was an absolute blast. thank you for making it happen and stick around for my last post.

♥

and be a 1337 h4x0r.
and get free pop.
and money from atms.



[one more!]

i want to make cool games.
i want to make cool animations.
about colin mochrie and michael moore and stuff.

that pertains to this moment right now.
honestly, that shopped alien picture of me is going to give me nightmares.
O___o;
i'll put it under a cut now.

87 minutes left.

do they exist?
do they turn cows inside out?
do they really stick satellites up little boy's bottoms?
( creepy picture, may induce nightmares? )

i really want to stay awake.
i am so tired it's crazy.
hour and a half.
I HAVE TO STAY UP. D:
excuse me while i grab the sugar jar and a litre of coke.

kidding. ;D

despite what i said about stopping, that doesn't mean i can't collect them.
i have a lot of coca-cola.
i need to find out how many designs there are.

like guitar hero.
but online.
and totally free.

you can do anything when you're 21.
that's pretty cool.
you can own a car.
you can pay for it.

i've gotten tans before, of course.
but i'm so pale all the time.
i need to get the dirt off the hammock in the backyard.

really. milestones? blech.
totally bland and disgusting.
i'd rather have sushi, thanks.


also, i'm worried i might not make it to 6.
four more hours.
i'm waiting for the marble guy to pick the winner.
but everytime i close my eyes, it's like they're glued shut.

"everybody's good at something."
"nobody's good at nothing."
wise, gramatically incorrect words from concerned children's advertisers.

i like working with things.
playing around with stuff.
i'd rather 'break it, fix it' than buy it.

i've always wanted to read it.
everyone says it's really good.
i can quote it, i haven't read a single page.

if only to be taken seriously,
and to be able to do more.
the responsibility i can do without, thanks.

aaaaah i'm on a total sugar rush
i can't stop tapping my feet
and chewing the cord of my headphones
and when i sing along
i sing way too fast
coke is a bad idea
when you want to stay up
aaaaah!



[if you comment me and i don't answer
don't worry, i read it
and i appreciate it]

i know a bit.
i can string together a sentence.
and i don't remember if i chose it for an elective in september.
whoops.

it's pretty cool.
but maybe you're born with it?
my drum teacher could do it.

now you're thinking, what, sweetie, you've lost your mind, get some rest.
but really.
i want to experience it.
maybe with a blindfold or something.