Dear Diary,
Last night I did not sleep because I was not tired. However, I am tired now. I exited my bedroom at around 6 am. I went to the kitchen and looked through the fridge, finding some old oatmeal. I tried frying it on the cast-iron skillet but it didn't turn out so well. I will try again another day. After breakfast I sat sipping coffee and studying. I have to leave for school in about an hour. I hope no one will talk to me or become too acutely aware of my existence.
Weaboo !
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BTW you write like a 12 year old kid, fix that, social awkward weaboo !
Dear diary,
A mean person vandalized my diary today. It makes me unhappy when people are cruel. I awoke today and made scrambled eggs and toasted a bagel. My classes went well. I have to study a lot for impending exams. I hope I can make the deans list again this semester.
Dear diary,
I am in love in a boy, Len Kashmir. I want him inside of me right now so badly. How will this end? I think I will ask him out for a date tomorrow.
Dear diary
I just want to see if shit is broken broken //broken// <del>broken</del>
Dear diary,
When I say "I am in love in a boy", I have to wonder what I mean, exactly. Am I in love while inside a boy that has entirely consumed me? Am I merely addressing someone named Len with this fact? So is this Len also inside this boy having also been eaten whole? Where is there to go on a date inside of a boy?
Dear Diary,
Today I used the technique of "forum sliding" and created a decoy thread in order to prevent my diary from being vandalized. I hope people will not notice this thread or post in it anymore so that I may keep my diary in peace. If I always enter "sage" in the email field, maybe I will be successful.
Also I have just noticed that I forgot to wear my trip code in >>3.
Dear Diary,
Sage works if you put it in quotation marks.
This Anon you can see clearly that it has no friends. Attension is what this animal needs. WHy? I dont know. And I sure dont want to know. This Anon need to get some reall friends. How? Well, I am going to tell you ! When sociaty that we live in you need to consume. Consume is the wheel of society. Then you need to go to facebook and add SOPA becuse they are the same. Then you need to get some friends on 4chan, and then you will no longer be a little lonely bitch that you are. No one will read this, as I am posting this in the shit corner of the internet. GO World2ch.net !
Dear Diary,
Today I began reading a book called Infinite Jest by a dead man named David Foster Wallace. I think it is pretty interesting so far. The first chapter was confusing and every chapter is named "Year Of The [some kind of brand-name hygiene product]". So far a guy has waited for his marijuana delivery to arrive and a boy has had an appointment with his disguised father and a football player has thought about how much he dislikes mornings. It will take a long time to finish, so I hope it will be worth it.
Dear diary,
Today I forgot to use my tripcode in >>11. I hope I will not forget it anymore in the future.
Dear diary,
Actually, this sounds like hipster bullshit and I've decided instead to read twelve books about climbing Mount Everest. Soon enough, all of my carpets and floors will be destroyed by crampons. I'll keep the AC cranked up to maximum to make wearing my down suit inside the house more comfortable. Everyone I love will have abandoned me long ago, but I'll just keep reading these and nothing else. Looking back, I'll realize I had a problem right around the seventh book.
Dear diary,
Today I got the strength to ask my further boy friend Len, to ask him if he wanted to be my friend. But before I could he turned into a wind of dust. It turned out that he was my tulpa. I was so upset that I ran to my room. It seemed from the upsetting, that the banana peels inside my ass hole could not satisfy me any more, as they had usually done. So I went to the toilet for a good dump of my brown sausage inside of me. As I sat on the chair, the red water flowed from my body down to the ground, where it mixed with the brown water. I thought- and concentrated hard on Lens nail polish on his small beautify hands in my mind with my thinking power. But I got to desperate. And that was when I reached to the electric eye sockets in the toilet corner. As I bowed my body down, shit came down between the two holes and landed in all three parts. But I was to obsessive with my goal I did not know it was happening. But it was all worth it, the electric shook. Transformed me to my bed room, but I was thigh to the bed. And that was when I understood that I was raped, by Sigmund Freud. It was really a bad experience, and I hope that I did no do that again. As I slept from all the cum inside of me, I woke up in the same bed. To my discovery there was no one there else, but me.
Dear Diary,
Today I stayed home. For some reason the world seemed way too noisy and the lights way too bright so I sat under my blanket like a mini-tent and watched anime and read manga while wearing a ski cap and headphones and sunglasses with my laptop screen turned down to maximum dimness a.k.a. minimum brightness. I also washed some dishes. Idiots and jerks keep writing in my diary. I hope they all die of flesh eating bacterial infections.
Dear Diarrhea,
How can I have thought about a boy. The arms of my need more of that oil. I think the virus has come to my Keyboard. Hex my Anus. 1 2 3. I walk thorough the rainbow bridge to VALHALLA, where the mighty Bragi is waiting for my words of poetics:The braves warrior is not the strongest, smartest, but the person that is most similar that of a fish. I am so sad that I know so little about this, as my facts are https://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bragi truly is nothing to laugh at. But at leatest I saw a monkey on TV ! I am so happy I will eat a banans. Wish me luck guyyyys.
Dear diary,
It seems I have lost my mind and posted a bunch of random shit. Everything in this diary is wrong, it turns out. I went outside and everything.
Dear Diary,
I am staying up late to study again. My head aches slightly. The power went out earlier because I tried to run the electric kettle and the electric heater at the same time. Luckily all four of my digital alarm clocks had 9-V batteries in them, however I am out of candles and matches and disposable funkmeisters. It turns out the chapters in that book are not only named after hygiene products. Rather a year could be named after any consumer good if the company selling it subsidizes the year. The book has not explicitly stated this so there might yet be something I fail to understand about the year names. I've just been rubbing my leg skin and it feels very smooth underneath the hair. I hope I will be able to maintain excellent grades and achieve my life goals.
Dear Diary,
Today I woke up at 6am because I had accidentally fallen asleep on the couch last night. I ate oatmeal with berries in it, the old-fashioned kind that takes 5 minutes to cook, and drank some coffee. I'm already hungry again. The book I'm reading just had a part that was written in some kind of dialect but I have no idea what accent I was supposed to imagine the words in. Maybe it is not supposed to be imagined as spoken at all. I put Zim's Crack Creme on my face after taking a shower because it felt dry, but my sister says that you're supposed to use face lotion on your face because face skin is different from regular skin. I hope my skin will not be harmed.
>>20
Did you say pennies? Well you can suck my dick !
After all you should be thankful that I give you some respect as no one else would. Not even your Jews grandparents would eat your fresh meat on a silver plate before they would go to the gas chambers in Auschwitz. But of course that never happened because my grandparents rescued your grandparents. But it was a mistake, all they wanted was was to take a swim in Auschwitz swimming pool after the sweaty war. Just as they coped down there Jews penises your were born the same way as all of you generations back in vitro fertilisation, you and your "people" are all sick fucks.
NOTE TO MODERATOR:
We are Anonymous,
We are legion,
We never forgive,
We never forgive,
We never forget,
Expect us.
pennies->"penis"
double "We never forgive,"
Jew->"Jewish"
double "was"
Dear diary,
Today I issued threats against the site I host my diary on.
Dear Diary,
Foolish fools are still attempting to discourage my attempts at keeping a diary. They are not successful. A guy at school asked me to help him study. It is now the second time this has happened in that class. For some reason people find that particular subject difficult to study for. The first guy who asked me to help him ended up dropping the class. I don't mind helping people, except for the part where I have to talk to them. Also it seems my study procedures are not as super effective for them as they are for me. I am even now sipping tea and thinking about eventually beginning to study on the night before the test. The tutelage supplicant desires that I should awaken at an unconscionably early hour to meet him at a study venue just as it opens its doors. I informed him that chances of an appearance by me are low to nil, but he should still attend despite my absence, because no doubt the additional hours of study would help him somewhat. Then I sent him photographs of my notes and bade him good fortune. I hope I will not have to interact with any more people this week.
Dear diary
>The tutelage supplicant desires that I should awaken at an unconscionably early hour to meet him at a study venue just as it opens its doors.
^^^I wrote that. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Dear Diary,
Today I did absolutely nothing. Well, that is not really true. I did absolutely nothing productive or good. I ate Xween candy and some bacon I found in the fridge and some bread I found in the toaster. I played boring video games. My brother told me about the pour-over brewing method of coffee. He says a stream of water gets 10 degrees colder when it falls 6 inches. I was skeptical. I asked him questions such as, 'what diameter is the stream? if it is already cold does it still get colder?' then I pointed out that his coffee was old and stale. He doesn't like me very much. Also yesterday was Xween, a fact I didn't remember until I walked into school and noticed a greater-than-usual amount of men dressed like pimps and women dressed like whores. I hate Xween even more than Christmas.
>>26
Americanfag
A thirty year old Baltimore native living in San Francisco.
Dear Diary,
Today I watched a film called Hanging Garden. It was interesting. The camera is always tilting or rotating or something. It's basically a story about a family full of crazy people doing crazy things. The Japanese like to make family dramas for some reason. I'm sure there is some kind of nihonjinron essay on that subject somewhere. I had a grapefruit for supper. It was pretty good.
Dear Diary,
Today I got lunch from the little store that sells food made by the culinary students. It was not bad at all. I ordered spicy southwestern soup and potato pancakes. I asked the attendant whether the potato pancakes were Jewish and she told me they had no religious association, but they might be more Jewish if I eat them with sour cream and apple sauce. I had mumbled the word Jewish in a soft voice because I was worried someone might be offended by its utterance, so I bought the potato pancakes as a gesture to indicate that I bear no ill will towards Jews in general. They tasted pretty good. I played a matching game on the touch screen vending machine while I was waiting for my soup to heat up in the microwave oven. A guy who was dressed as if he were into Cannabis Subculture asked me how I accessed the game and I showed him. Also I found a melted piece of x-ween candy in my pocket and ate it.
Dear Diary,
Today I was in the parking lot, trudging through the salt and snow to the entrance of the building. I noticed a guy off to my right a bit whose path it seemed would slowly converge toward mine, since we had the same destination. The parking lot was large. So we trudged, each off the side of the other, converging until we were a few feet apart. The guy, who I had been determined to ignore, said with a wince and an indrawn breath,
"It's cold!"
Why did he make such a statement? I was aware of the cold. I felt it on my face and hands, and in the liquid seeping into my shoes. Why would he say such a thing? As if I couldn't see the snow on the ground, as if I hadn't scraped it off my car and driven through it to get here.
But I didn't think any of those things. I knew why he said it without thinking. Even though his words said simply, "it's cold," he communicated something else. I am not absolutely sure what he was saying, but I understood it at the time. If I had to put his message into words, I might say, "Acknowledge my existence. Let's share the suffering of the cold and drop this burden of silence we carry between us."
I said, "Yes, it is."
The ice was broken. We stepped through the entrance.
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>>31
OH HI, IF ANYONE ELSE HAS ANY OTHER SUGGESTIONS FOR THREADS TO BE MOVED TO LIMBO PLEASE POST THEM IN THIS AUTISTS' DIARY KTHX
Today I woke up before my alarm somehow, at around 4:40 am. I've had far too much coffee, probably because I ate two breakfasts. My eyelid quivers slightly as I walk around the campus. The sky is overcast and a thin fog pervades the air. Fine mist falls occasionally, saturating my surroundings and causing colors to appear more vibrant and glossy in the pale, cloud-filtered light. Despite the conditions, groundskeepers are about with their lawnmowers. The hum of the distant engines are slightly out of tune with each other, creating an unsettling dissonance. I spy my full reflection in the dark glass of a window. A warp or ripple in the glass makes it seem as if my reflection is listing far to one side as I walk towards it. At least I assume it is the fault of the glass, since I feel unbalanced when I attempt to correct my reflection's posture.
>>32
http://world2ch.org/board/kareha.pl/1376851576/l50 thread link dose not work! What did you do your monster!!! ;_;
>>34
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DEAR DIARY TODAY I FELT LIKE POSTING IN THE DIARY THREAD AND IT WAS GREATER THAN ANYTHIKNG I'VE EVER EPXERIENCED INCLUDINDG SEX. I'VE HAD LOT OF IT, SO I KNOW WHAT I'M COMPARING AGINST, UNLIKE YOU LAME VIRGIN FAGGOTS. AND HOMOS. AND NERDS.
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I FIND TYPING IN ALL CAPS TO BE VERY RELAXING BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE TO STRESS ABOUT PRESSING THE SHIFT KEY. THAT'S WHY I DO IT, YOU KNOW. IT'S NOT BECAUSE MY FAGGOT SHIFT KEY IS BROKEN AND I'M TOO POOR TO BUY A NEW KEYBOARD. AND I DIDN'T POST THAT AD ON C/L BEGGING FOR ONE. SOMEONE ELSE DID THAT AND PUT MY PHONE NUMBER ON IT. PROBABLY RANDY. YOU SHOULDN'T SPREAD RUMORS ABOUT PEOPLE LIKE THAT, ASSHOLE. IT'S REALLY RUDE.