Now Let Me Impress Upon You The Owmnessity of this Brilliant Novel!

'Owmnessity,' in this case, meaning 'awesomenessity.' Don't ask how I thought of it, it's just how I said it in my head, o.0
And the book I happen to be talking about is none other thaaan... "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy." It is so utterly random and hilarious! There was this one passage I thought was really amusing that I was reading last night. Maybe because it was twelve in the morning, or maybe it was actually funny:

"'Ford,' he said, 'you're turning into a penguin. Stop it.'
Again came the voice.
'Two to the power of seventy-five thousand to one against and falling.'
Ford waddled around his pond in a furious circle.
'Hey, who are you?' he quacked. 'Where are you? What's going on and is there any way of stopping it?'
'Please relax,' said the voice pleasantly, like a stewardess in an airliner with only one wing and two engines, one of which is on fire, 'you are perfectly safe.'
'But that's not the point!' raged Ford. 'The point is that I am now a perfectly safe penguin, and my colleague here is rapidly running out of limbs!'
'It's all right, I've got them back now,' said Arthur.
'Two to the power of fifty thousand to one against and falling,' said the voice.
'Admittedly,' said Arthur, 'they're longer than I usually like them, but...'
'Isn't there anything,' squawked Ford in avian fury, 'you feel you ought to be telling us?'
The voice cleared its throat. A giant petit four lolloped off into the distance.
'Welcome,' the voice said, 'to the Starship Heart of Gold.'"

Well anyway, that's my story. I dunno why I thought that was so funny, but it was.

Gah, I feel like a dumb-st00pid. Whenever I'm about to tell someone what's actually been on my mind lately, the subject quickly changes again. Even if I nudge a little, which is a bit unusual for me. I just really hate these thoughts, and all these annoying little voices, in my head. And I'm not going insane (or on crack, as most people say, -_-), I just don't have anyone to talk to anymore. That, and I sort of don't want to, see? That's a bit of a problem now, ain't it?

Well, that's one reason I'm POed. Another is that after my mum dropped baff00n off at her home, she was questioning me about whether or not I (or any of my friends) drank or smoked. I mean, WTF?!!! Why do people ALWAYS ask that?! So a LOT of people say I act like I'm stoned, but I honestly don't try to! I've never smoked in my life! And I've drinked very VERY little alcohol. And I think of the like, four times I have, my parents knew about it. So freak out, morons, freak out.

You ever have that feeling of immense st00pidity when you hang out with a particular person? Well, it's happening to me, and it's driving me insane. I'm not acting like my freakin' self around them, and it's bugging the heck out of me. THE HECK!!! Also, I'm...gah...frusturated for gah reasons of gah-ness of DOOM!!! OMFG I GIVE UP!

Fuck it.

-n00bi