A/N- Greetings. Today is my birthday, and I got the best present possible…a….LAPTOP! Now nobody can ever keep me away from my fanfiction because they 'need the computer'. This story was origanally a journal prompt in science class. The exact wording:
What would it be like if dinosaurs still walked the earth?
I started thinking some very entertaining thoughts, but sadly, I had to write down the science, logical answer that my teacher wanted from me. Here, brought to you by The Rogue McDonald's Nugget, Texting at 3 am, and Doughnuts, is the real journal entry.
October Whatever The Heck Today Is, 2010
Dear Stupid Journal,
Wow, I'm getting sick of having to keep a journal for school. How do they expect us to pour our deep, dark secrets and feelings into them if we know that the teacher is going to read them? Also, half the time, if you write a really good entry, then they'll read it out loud in front of the class. So I've just been asking Sal for ideas for my entries. She's a lot more creative than I am, and today, she said that I should just describe the annoyances of dinosaurs in everyday life.
Let me start with stegasaurus. They are very defensive, and my mother has to fight over parking spaces at the grocery store with them all the time. We had to buy a new car last year because let me tell you, those spikes are deadly. But for the most part, they don't attack so much as act scary, so confidence and a loud car horn will get you pretty far.
Now those Apatasaurus are just plain creepers. Have you ever woken up for no reason at 2 am, looked out the window, and saw an ugly little head on a long neck staring into your bedroom? They are worse than Edward Cullen. Nothing, and I mean nothing, will get rid of them. The same one with the gray spots has been peeping in my window since I was 8. I've tried everything, and he just keeps coming back. I guess I've gotten kind of used to it, but I still shudder at the thought of him watching me while I sleep.
I remember some kids last year who were dumb enough to accept an invitation to a T-Rex's dance party. They danced to the Macarena, then the T-Rex ate the kids one by one like Doritos. I wonder what flavor I'd be? Would I be cheesy, or spicy, or…Taco! TACO FLAVORED!
One thing that is just plain wrong is when you're minding your own business, sitting in the basement, Facebooking, when suddenly the walls cave in. A triceratops randomly comes barreling in, and then eats you alive. I resent being eaten. And aren't triceratops supposed to be herbivores? I AM NOT MADE OF BROCCOLI!
I think I've written enough for today. At least, enough that Ms. Filippi has no cause to yell at me.