I met some ghouls from Monster High who rocked out with me: Draculaura, Frankie, Clawdeen, and Operetta. I am so amped! I think my street audience fearly enjoyed my performance today. I won the music competition at my school to be the official gala DJ, which makes me think the comet really is magical, and it's already working some of its power on me! If they are monstrous Comet Gala at the Museum of Unnatural History. I have been composing comet-themed songs today, and I cannot wait to premiere them in Times Scare.
I hope she is correct because I enjoy dancing, but I also love to create music, and I can do that as much as I like now. Motherboard assures me that when I am older and become hardwired, I will have more control over my cooling system and then be able to dance as much as I like. I try to keep the dancing to a minimum because it is not good for a building robot to overheat too much. Slept in this morning because I required a complete recharge after shopping all day and then dancing all evening yesterday. I think I will do some dancing in my room when I get home since the parental units will be nearby to reboot me if necessary.
After a quick stop at the hardware store, Motherboard and I went to the day spa and received an energizing buff and polish. I have tried to search for his meaning, but it does not compute.
GALAS VIDEO DIARY INSTALL
I have been trying for most of my unlife to convince him to install the latest system, but he insists that there is a purity to the continuous passage of time that cannot be expressed digitally and that someday I will understand. He is fairly up-to-date for an older-generation robot, but he claims his clockwork heart will only beat in analog. We also visited an antique shop and found a classic pocket watch for father. The way I look at it, one monster's junk is a robot monster's upgrade. The flea monsters always have a bite on the beast stuff because they pick up mint-condition devices that get tossed when newer gadgets come out. We made a whole day of it and went to our favorite place to shop - the suburbs! I picked up some spare parts and a sweet synthesizer at a flea market. Ghouls' Day Out shopping with my motherboard. And that knowledge alone charges me enough to send off a few sparks. That is part of what makes Boo York so bootiful it is really just a small community at heart. But when it has happened, there have always been kind strangers willing to lend a helping plug. Normally, an occasional overheating would not worry me so much, but out on the streets of Times Scare, there are few places to reboot. I have often felt my operation system warming in the excitement and have required a pause to cool down. And they all seem especially amped by my brand of techno-pop infused with whatever I feel like infusing it with. However, the sheer volume of out-of-tombers converging on the city is getting astronomical. Being a city of frightseers, it is usually crowded on a regular day, and, thus, I am never lacking an audience for my impromptu concerts. Each day that passed gets that much more exciting in Boo York. I have my calendar program set up to count down the days until the Day of the Comet. My diary has the only anti-hacking protection that should be required: The word "please."
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