*grin* hello Mr. Diary of me, wow i rhymed...

school's a drag, did you know that diary? and the persistant psychopaths i attend school with aren't making it any easier, it doesn't help that i'm a goat (is it bad to lie to your diary? do you think the diary would notice??) ok i admit, i'm not a goat... i'm a pigeon, and pigeons find it hard to learn when school is so boring, and it's actually funny because this morning i had a spare and i did stuff in my spare and it was still funny, actually now that i think about it it wasn't that funny... y'know i've never kept a diary for more then a day, i never really get use to writing in them, but all that is going to change because this pigeon can type *cheer* truth be told i'm actually a couch...! but don't sit on me... aren't diaries supposed to hold little things that people aren't meant to know? like the couch and pigeon things? wow, i'm keeping a diary!! ok, i'm bored, bubye diary, don't write back because i'd feel like i'd taken one too many of the rumballs today at school and stuffed their high alcoholedness down my throat far too quickly...