*twirls*
God...I just can't get over Spirited Away. We all know my Metropolis obsession, so don't be surprised if it's all I talk about. By-the-bye, I hate my scanner. I want to send a picture to D! Now I'm going to do Spirited Away fan arts...oh, and I figured it out. Haku's voice is done by the same guy who does that guy on that lame show, The Weekenders. Tino, I think. It makes me mad, but I can get over it. Go HAKU!!!

I went to see Spirited Away, and I really liked it. One day, it will be MY art winning an Oscar for Best Animated Feature! Hayao Miyazaki, you are a God!

I am happy. Anthony wished me a Happy Belated Rock Hard Cock day.
I want to yell and scream into eternity. People don't mind if I do. They're just like "Oh, that Kat!" and share a hearty laugh. And often times, when I feel he's going to tell me to shut the f*ck up, he just sits back and lets me rant on about things. Everything in this world, all the beautiful life around me, makes me want to run barefoot in the snow, jump off cliffs, swim in volcanoes, dance on the stars, eat a slipper, and soar on wings given to me by the people who mean the world to me...or in certain special cases, the moon...

Today was the best day this week. Tyler gave me Dæiis back, and my computer now has Real Player so I can listen to this one song that fills me to the brim with inspiration on my computer, and on Saturday I am so going to see Spirited Away!
On the other hand, I think I'm kind of annoying, always talking about crazy things in a loud voice. Must work on that.....
Eugh...my sister is so mean, and she smells! She just got home from work, so her feet absolutely reak of that gross footy smell, and the rest of her is perfumed to death. All I can taste is Opium-not the drug, the perfume-on my tongue and it is burning my throat. I wrinkle my nose in her general direction. Fnwah!

I could draw and sing forever, and it is all thanks to Real Player. Thankyou! *DANCES*

I'm physically and mentally preparing to deal with a skin-flaying session from Miss Hass and Mr Ung. I slept in and missed periods one and two. Fuck math and science, I was goddamn tired.
It was crazy. I was coming up the stairs near the library, thinking "God, I haven't seen Marcy for-EVER!" I turned the corner, and who comes down another flight of stairs smiling at me? Lo and behold, it is Marcy! That's freaky. God hates me.
Val, you are not going to get SARS. And even if you are, the mouldy grey sweaty will do squat to help you. Doesn't that make you feel safe? NOTHING. CAN. SAVE. YOU.
And yes, I have been talking about other people's "relationships" all day. Even though Tyler kicks ass as far as guys go-and you do, my dear-I kept finding out about that all these people have "relationships". I'm walking down the hall with Tyler, minding my own business, and Mike and Kathryn walk past. I smile and say "Hi!" but then I start walking backwards, staying in front of them, staring at their hands, grasped together, fingers interlocked. I walk past and laugh-scream "GEEZ! You could have told me!" Then after school, Sam and Casey point out their boyfriends, and I'm going "Sam, you have a boyfriend? No one tells me ANYTHING!" Then Tyler comes up and prods me in the ribs, and I realized my boyfriend is the best of the lot. Okay, I'm sorry, but Mike looks...like a rapist. And he is a good friend of mine...but DAMN he looks like a rapist!
Yay for my boring blog. I believe I will change it....

Happy Rock Hard Cock Day. Just for Keeler.

This is going to sound crazy, but my toilet inspires me to write poetry...Beautiful poetry about sky and ocean mingling as one! It all started when my mom bought one of those toilet cleaners, and apart from turning the water the most brilliant shade of blue when flushing, I can hardly see its purpose, but I was looking at my toilet today (empty, of course. I just went to comb my rat-nest-like hair.) and it was just water hinted with a dusky blue. I reached out, and flushed it. WOOOSH! A bright ploom of blue was ommited from the tank into the swirling water, reminding me of how beautiful the summer sky looks when you lie on green grass with a special someone resting next to you, admiring the white birds that dive and swoop overhead in that endless blue expanse. It reminded me of how awesomely powerful the ocean looks when it crashes against the mossy rocks, spraying white dewdrops over your face as you play in the surf, encased in the salty grasp of the sea. Heheheheee...toilet poetry...
In other news, I am the proud owner of FUKU SKIRT!!! Val was all like "Yeah, I have a fuku skirt, and it is so great." and I'm all like "I'm jealous!" but now I have a long red one and I'm all like "Hah! Who's got the fuku? KATS GOT THE FUKU!!!" Yay for thrifting with Tyler. *passe' heart*
I'm gonna be wired for a little while, so if you are passing my house, and happen to have some thorosine with you, please, for the Holy love of God, give it to me. Thankyou!

My major ambition in life is to fall asleep.