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And the award goes to...

I get an award for my shitty ass poetry. I thought I'd never get an award in my life. I'm already published in...3 or 4 books, I have 2 plaques, and im about to get
  • this
  • and some spiffy medal. Gahh...I'm getting famous. Although people have no idea who I am. Kinda scary. I'm thinking of a book Stephen King did. Called Misery. It was about some crazed fan who took an author and made him write a story or something about something, and she beat him up if he tried to leave and stuff. >.< I don't want that to happen to me. That's just scary. I need body guards. Only 2. No I don't. But still. The thought is there.

    I'm thirsty. I've updated this too many times today. I should stop....but I get bored and need something to do. So I'll rant...and sleep. I'm gonna sleep. I haven't slept yet.