The Concluded Experiment

No no no NWAAA NO! I WAS SO CLOSE.

The very proof of alien existence right under my fingers. ZIM. ZIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM. Did you ever stop to think just how much information you let slip while imprisoning me in your pathetic excuse for a base? Hahaha! It was all so simple. LIKE YOU. One trip to Mysterious Mysteries and people would have seen me for what I really am! Smart, Intelligent... and smart some more!

HAHAHA!

... I'll get you, Zim! Don't think some strawberry stench will stop me! You're plan has failed, because I am far more superior. Strawberries do not harm me!

I want toast.

Although I know iz_yaoi_rp is dead and gone for years, please take Dib off your friend's list. I'll be using this journal for dreamscope.

You may have thought your self defenses were unsurpassable, but I have figured you out, ZIM!

( MWAHAHAHAHA. )

Just a trip to Blockbuster away from victory... >D



**EDIT**

( O....K... )

Er... well... Sure. O.o Ixthapa...?

*Wraps arms around his clothes defensibly*

I. Hate. Zim.

The complete and utter LOATHING of rice and ketchup day cannot even compare.

( Private )

I'll just... distract myself now.

I hate Skool.

Once again, my lankiness didn't help. I'll be rubbing meat all over my body for weaks.

One day.... One day they will all regret their daily routines of mistaking me for a punchbag. ONE DAY WHEN MY SIGNITURE WILL BE WORTH BILLIONS.

But as for now... my eye needs more fucking ice.

Last night I studied a few things in Dad's lab... And he didn't even notice the evidence and yell at me like he usually does.

As a matter of fact, I don't think I have even seen him since last year. O.o. Go figure.


Meh... screw all this... I'm going for a walk.

It's... So... Beautiful... O.O

My 100% brand new Dell Pentium 348579 processor desktop...

Is right in front of me.

:D This thing is AWESOME. *Marries it*

I used all of last and this year's paychecks (and half of one of Dad's accounts... But he's got like 40, he won't even notice >.<) to claim it my own. But I won't cringe. No, every cent is one step closer to saving mankind! Yes... Trillions and trillions of sources installed into my memory, classified projects will enter my knowledge, and facts about the actual Area 51 won't be hidden from MY search engines.... Oh yes, Zim won't know what's coming...


Anyway. Upon searching I came across this "live journal". Great place to store my feelings. Those haven't been noticed in a while... Not even by me...

Heh. Teen angst. It's so stupid. Who needs it? Maybe I can steal some of Dad's chemicals and make some kind of antidote. >D Not like Prozac ever helped anyone.

....I'm out. Gonna go try on new trench coats that I'll hopefully be liable enough to afford soon. I'm getting too damn tall >.<. Then... The dreaded... wielder of paychecks; Mac Meaties.