And in the Masters' Chambers, they gathered for the feast. They stab it with their steel knives but they just can't kill the beast.

42!

HOLY FRAPPAMOLY!

YouTube is scaring the hell outta me!

They know everything! Seriously!

HOW DID THEY KNOW?!

Loads of people thought the Easter Holiday was boring, but I got to see my relatives from England, which is cool. 'Til this holiday I hadn't seen some of them in years.

Anyway, been listening to my iPod a whole lot more these days. And I just downloaded a song from the SpongeBob movie. It's so awesome. And if you sit and listen, it's got a lot of meaning behind it, too.

SpongeBob and Patrick confront the Psychic Wall of Energy 

by The Flaming Lips

Patrick, you see I'm growing a mustache
And though I know I must ask you
Does it really make me look like a man?

Spongebob, being a manager's a tough job
I hope you're picked
You'll be the best sponge boss they've had
Working like a dog at the Krusty Krab

Now wait a minute
I think we hit a wall
I think we hit a psychic wall

Maybe we're just young 
And we won't know until we're old
Too young to free ourselves from this lonely fishbowl

Some kind of wall
Some kind of psychic wall
Some kind of wall
Some kind of psychic wall 

We can't get above

Come on, let's find a way to be happy
Not like Plankton
He'll never be satisfied
Always complaining about his life
To his computer wife
You'd think he would have found by now
To be thought of as a King
You don't need a crown