While I was working on the Falafel Site from home, my really fat cat leapt upon the keyboard and began walking all over it. I removed the large cat, but not before it had produced the following line on my monitor:!@m =n't faaaathObviously, my cat was trying to tell me something. After many minutes of meditation, I struck it: "Elvis is alive!"! The warning, though somewhat mangled, is still readable and is proof that animals have a sixth sense and are all attempting to save us by providing warnings. Who would believe otherwise that he was living?! We must all tell the world! I'll be back, I just need to go to the bathroom...! am n't faat!
Around eight years ago, I had few friends and was sad a lot of the time. After a day camping at the lake, a counselor named Emily came up to me and said she had noticed how I was sad all of the time and gave me some personal encouragement. It helped me a lot.About two months ago, I was extremely surprised to find a note from Emily tucked into my band folder following a concert. Among other things, it said that she had been thinking about me every day since she had met me, that she was jealous that I had been talking to other girls on this very site, and ended with "Goodbye, Daniel my Beloved".Extremely confused, I wondered how Emily knew where I was, how she knew about the Falafel Site, and whether she had been stalking me.It was only until later that I learned the truth-- Amelia M. Scoffle had planted the fake note in my folder when I wasn't looking. It seems apparent to me that Miss Scoffle has a large crush on me-- the note was an indirect way of saying "I like you". She also looks at me all the time, laughs at everything I do, and sends me dozens of emails. She's even dedicated an entire website to my attention. However, Miss Scoffle denies this thoughorly. I have posted this entry to prove to everyone that she has a crush on me(and has twice been proven a liar)....And to Miss Scoffle: Sorry, I'm not your type.
Perhaps I should explain my first blog entry.About a week after Homecoming, the person known as Amelia M. Scoffle mentioned that "Girl#1" had kissed "Boy#1" in the back of a car during the football homecoming ceremony. "Girl#1" thoroughly denied all of this, and demanded to know where Amelia had gotten this embarassing, but false, information. Amelia said it was me.Naturally, I was surprised. I had been in the skybox, filming the game, all throughout the homecoming ceremony. I swore to "Girl#1" that I had not spied on her, and kept swearing to her, as Amelia insisted that I had supplied the rumor to her. My credibility was ruined.After the better part of a month, Amelia finally admitted that she had been telling lies the whole time.Later, I decided to put Amelia in her place by banning her from the site for a day. In doing so, I used her full name, and I apologize for that. This is what Ami's site means by quote-unquote "virtual humiliation".I have told the truth to the best of my ability, and that's more than what Amelia can say.
