HOLY FREAKING CRAP!
Otafest is coming Otafest is coming Otafest is coming! Val, you never emailed me back about the buring question eating away at the back of my mind like a tumour! Who are you going as and who can you suggest for me to go as, as I am thinking about going as Atlas or Tima or that crazy psyco Russian person for Gunsmith Cats. So many great anime characters...so little time!!!
But enough about that. I can't believe how crazy I am. For a person who gets very little sleep I sure run around a lot, although that might be a horrible affliction of the legs...
And we get hoodies in choir. Yay. Although I think it might be a better idea to spend the money on an actual uniform, rather than just having us all wear black. It looks like we're going to a Goddamn funeral. Strangely enough, we're singing two songs about death and depression. And Mrs Strome is becoming more Nazi-ish by the day. One of the songs is in German! The English translation says it's talking about a broken heart, but I personally believe its plans on the next Holocaust. Mrs Strome is really...really good at German!!! And I hate that Goddamn song "Clear the Line". It makes me want to rip out the bottom of the piano and eat it's fleshy inner-workings. Oh, yeah, the piano is alive. Did I mention that? We have to scacrifice babies to it. And Jews...oh fuck...I'm the only person with Jewish blood...gwaii!
Danielle and me are going to watch Grave of the Fireflies and cry our eyes out. And Tyler is coming over in the day on Saturday...I think...I have no idea what the people around me are doing. Especially Ron, the nice man in an overcoat sitting on my couch. Ron, you want some coffee or something?
Ron: No, no, I'm good. Wait, actually, do you have any porn magazines?
Um...I'll be right back. *comes back with a pile of magazines, throws them onto Ron's lap*
Ron: Gee thanks Kat I-Hey! These are ym's!
They're the same thing. Geez Ron, picky picky. Damn these weird overcoat people and their Goddamn demands.
Ron *sobbing*: My mother loves me!!!
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