hello! this is not eugene. this is eugene's much happier alterego. i think the world is a beaaauuutiful place, full of pretty pink ponies jumping over that pretty pretty rainbow. i love colours, just as much as i like writing lovesick melancholic poetry about foolish little boys/girls that are not interested in me. in fact, i'm in such a good mood i think i'll give all my devoted, loyal and oh so wonderful readers an example!!

see the moon shine upon the sea
see the rose blossom in front of me
sadness sadly is all i feel
your love for me is just not reall:(

i think i'm such a damn good poet i could get a nobel prize. look at my alliteration with the use of so many S sounds. this serves to convey to my readers (or perhaps random boy/girl of my present dreams) the immense calm i feel just by sitting there in a dark lonely corner, thinking of him/her. it can be called 'worst lovesick poetry to walk the face of the earth', except poetry to me is quite inanimate. it does after all notmove. instead, it is the SOUL of the poetry, the very thing that will touch my readers and desired other half, that will reach deep down into his/her cold and hardened heart, warming it. the flame of love will flicker, burn and blaze and bring him/her to me, hence allowing me to achieve the desired romantic success ihave been deprived from forever.

but of course now i sound rather unhappy and not quite the happywappy being i first proclaimed i was. but i am happy, and i must justify myself. i am happy becuase i do not need to worry about how many feelers to allow to fall in my face and obscure my vision for me to be called "cool". i do not need to worry about if wearing red is more popular than wearing pink, and i do acutally really really like pink! i dont need to sit in the midst of a big group of morons and attempt most foolishly to join their deep and most insightful conversations about other random insignificant beings that happen to have the misfortune of sharing a similiar sphere of existence.

instead of doing all this, i am allowed to sit here in front of the pretty black box of a computer, and force all these weird online stalkers to read about my very interesting most lovely life. i can be as attention seeking as i please tYPiNk LyK diSh~* if it so give me pleasure. in fact, i most often wondered how people can be quite so energetic that they are bothered to dothat. iT sEeMx MoZt TiREeNg Mi TiNkZz~*~*~*~ ^-^ this i think is meant to be cute. am i cute, or should i say KeWtZzzZ.

i think sometimes that maybe i ought to keep TyPeEnKz LyKe DizZz~ cUzZes RyT AnGliZh eEs NoRt ImPr10 2 Mi LArrHz. my logic is that guys like girls that are fluffy happywappy and high on helium. girls that talk with high pitched voices of enormously large decibels, and are constantly filled with some inexhaustible source of PERKINESS. sweetness over smartness i believe, and being smart is definitely not quite as important as the world might like it to be. all my fWeNz tink so.

rar. How ironic. Here i am complaining about happy people when i'm supposed to be happy myself. Fine this isn't working. The world should burn. BYE.