Some stream of consciousness

As I starting point a almost began writing stuff I had already written in my journal, but decided against it. I wonder how different my stream of consciousness is on computer than on paper. Its probably a lot lengthier due to the fact I can type way faster and it doesn't hurt my hand as much. Either way I will try to express my thoughts without anything getting in the way. Today I sat at school for about 5 hours because I was supposed to start work today, but some shit happened and I can't start until Monday. Carpooling kills. Thats kind of funny in a logical way. I mean.. the more people in a car during a car accident, the bigger the possibility of more people dying. That sentence wasn't constructed so well, but who gives a shit.. ITS MY BRAIN! That reminds me of something I always wanted as a kid. I'm not sure why it was so appealing considering I didn't like Jello, but I always wanted a brain-shaped Jello mold. I suppose that would fit into the same vein as creepy crawler machines and easy bake ovens. They should really bring back creepy crawler machines. Those things were honestly the most creative and fun thing to do as a kid. I don't care if the bulb burns my kid. Honestly... it won't kill you unless you confuse it for a rectal thermometer or a pacemaker in which case they should probably put an age limit on the damn thing. Speaking of age limits. I hate old people. Fuck them. I don't know why but every single thing they do pisses me off. Whether its the sound they make when they eat, the way they talk to you in such a condescending manner, or just their seeming lack of common sense, I just can't stand them. Strolling around in their walkers.. complaining any time they can. AHHHH!!!! I know I'm stereotyping, but if we could just cut off their existence at 65 years old I'd be soooo happy! Unless the 65 year old was half man-half dinosaur, then they can live forever and be tested to help improve mankind. I know if I was a pterodactyl I would play tricks on people like swoop their baby up and then set it on a roof or maybe steal people's frisbees mid-toss. If I could transform between a pterodactyl and a human I would probably let a baseball player hire me to catch balls so they call it a home-run. I'd not only be rich, but I'd be a superstar athlete in my own mind. As a pterodactyl it might be hard to swish mouthwash around due to the shape of your mouth. It seems like a mixture of both a mouth and a beak with awesome teeth to rip apart small animals. If I was a t-rex I think I'd go eat shepherds. That way, their sheep could run free over the hills and nobody would really get terrified of me because shepherds generally work in the middle of nowhere. If I lived during the age of the Bible I'd probably have fucked over a lot of religions because I believe a lot of important people were shepherds back in the day. mmm... sheep.