There's a picture of me somewhere in this diary. But it's been so long, I've forgotten where it is.

I'm mildly hypoxic after the soccer game, so I'm punching keys in non-sequential order, hoping to make a sentence. It's like a room full of monkeys, and in front of each one of them is placed a typewriter. Sooner or later, one of them will spell out a proper word. The world will then be changed forever.

So since I've typed out about one hundred so far, I'm sure the universe is about to explode in a fireball of glory.

*Boom*