Wow.
I feel as if I could fly a million miles...except if I did try, I'd probably snap my neck. Not good.

Thankyou Emily. Now I want pizza.

I wish the sun would come out. Then I would have reason to open my blinds and let in the light, but it's just kinda smoggy right now. And when I open the blinds, anyone walking up the stairs can look in and see my unmade bed and pile of clothes. I love my pile of clothes. Last week, I didn't feel like putting on conventional pyjamas (I don't know why) and so I just kept putting on clothes I found on the floor and hopped into bed. One night, I went to bed in a silk shirt and sweatpants. What a fashion guru I am!!!
Thank-fucking-God that stupid song is over. I hate Christina Agulera so much. One minute she's like "We're beautiful, no matter what they say," and the next she's saying "Get dirty! Writhe in a pit of men in a thong and cowboy chaps singing about how you are a slave to the men around you." Yep. That's beautiful.

After a frightening brush with TSS, I attended school. I felt kinda bad, because in my hazy world of pain, I was mean and bitchy to people whose company I enjoy. I will have a ton of fun tomorrow though. And Danielle is coming over on Tuesday. Yay!
SPRING BREAK IS A TIME FOR sleep.

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!!!
I

Oh My God!
Ryan; open your ears! I DO NOT WANT TO GO OUT WITH YOU!!! Is he completely blind? Did he not see me with Tyler? I swear, it makes me want to destroy him! I'll smash him good!

*ouch*

Blarney. St Patrick's Day already.
Oh, look, a leprochaun.
*gets out gun* *pow*
Lucky Charms aren't so magically delicious now, are they?

Friday was so much fun. I met Chelsea and Marcos, and they were really nice, and Anthony and I Time-Warped the night away. Are you happy, Anthony? I'm talking about you in my blog, you egotistical Italian face bald person you! Marcos and I exchanged Christmas presents. I gave him a remote, and he gave me a pillow.
The best part of the evening was just leaning against Tyler and watching TV.
"Janet!" "Doctor Scott!" "Janet!" "Brad!" "Rocky!" "...!"