christ... it took me fifteen minutes to remember how to get to the journal writing page... which either means the deviantart staff decided to change shit around on me or i haven't posted in a long time... i'm pretty sure the staff just hates me... um... why'd i start this... OH! i've rediscovered oranges... oranges are juicy balls of divine bliss... i could devote a whole week to writing haiku about oranges... and PB&J sandwiches... i've redoscovered those too... also, through painstakingly prepared, meticulously controlled, mankind furthering expieriments, i've revealed that snapple bottles, are, in fact, breakable... i broke three in one effin day... three... and i didn't even get around to opening, ANY of them... the first one a freshman stole from my backpack and dropped as he was making his get-away, the second got ran the hell over, and the third i dropped while taking a piss... don't worry, i wasn't drinking it and wizzing at the same time... i had it tucked under my arm, when i felt it begin to slip... and FLAMING SHIT, it shattered into seven billion pieces, lodging about half of them into my leg... aside from that, everything's capital... oh, and we should do away with money... i'm seriously...