[transcribed from a real journal]
In the airport, tralala. Tralalalala...
My nose is all stuffy. Nooo, why am I sick? Was it the PUDDING? I hope not. I guess it's pretty important I stop eating so much junk so my lungs don't stop working. I like having functional lungs.
So yay, going to England! Happy exciting! At least no plane ride is as bad as going to Taiwan. Except...well okay, there are probably a lot of places, but England isn't one of them. Eh oh, the marker is bleeding through the paper kinda.
I am rambling. WHY? Brain must be full of mucus. Yuck. I don't have anything interesting to say. Newark Airport has wireless Internet for $7/24 hours. I hope someday all places will have free wireless Internet cos that would be nice. And then there will be lots of electrical wave traffic and my brain will be further damaged, but it'll all be worth it so I can check my e-mail.
Sometimes I wonder what life would be like without the Internet and I don't really know. It's a nightmare to think about. AH. STOP BRAIN PROCESSES. [beep]
Wow, my handwriting sucks. I'm kinda writing in mid-air here. It takes skill to do that well. I do not have this skill...obviously.
There is something very satisfying about starting a new journal. Mum gave this to me. :) Oh well, I guess she wasn't going to use it soon. And now that I have defaced it, it is ALL MINE! Weehee. It smells weird cos the cover is made of leather, methinks.
Nose = still full of mucus. Eeeeh! I want to banish the mucus demons to Kleenex hell. Goo! Warh...I know mucus is good, but...no. They're overcrowding my pipe system.
*SNIFF*
...eh. What else to ramble about? Well...I'm excited! No duh. I get to see Katherine, wee! Haven't seen her in three years, which I guess isn't really that long, but...moo. MOO. That's my reply to things I don't feel like explaining.
[blows nose] Good thing Mum told me to bring tissues.