my sister, absolute oddball, has decided that she needs a website for reasons unknown. she also made me sign her guestbook because it was feeling terribly lonely seeing as nobody had written anything in it, so after much nagging (she's going to be quite good at it by the time she has any children. they won't know what hit them! i shall have to warn them eventually.) she finally got me to write something in it and this is what i wrote. it's quite amusing actually.

Hali you are an absolute nutter. an oddball. a nutbar. a prat. (and so on) of course you knew that already, but that's just besides the point. prat is a lovely word. so is bollocks. i shall have to use that one more often i think. STAMPEDE season! AIIIEEE!!! mind the livestock! any non calgarianite i suppose would be quite confused at the moment. although, i am the first person to actually sign this thing so i imagine it doesn't get much use at all. so perhaps no one will ever read this and therefore i will never have caused any mass chaos (on a small scale) at all. i think i shall have to go and do something rash in the midst of a crowded room. perhaps i shall attempt to dance... or if that fails i could always stand on my head and juggle with my feet while balancing twelve cats and their appropriate mousy catnip toys. that would definitly draw some attention. well anyway, i suppose i shall be going now. it's just about nearly past my bed time. and you know how important my sleep is. sleep is always important when you get up at 7 in the morning. true, i get up at 7 because i want to, but still. that's besides the point. i wonder, is anything ever anywhere other than besides the point with me? i imagine not. but that is also besides the point. the point is.. there is no point. which is why things are always beside it and never closer than that.