In choir, we are doing a song called "Jeanie with the light brown hair", a song about a beautiful girl who died, and this one line is stuck in my head....
"Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like the rain; wailing for the lost one that comes not again."
Sad.
Whoa...it is freaking late.

"My name is Mor."
"Mor?"
"Yes."
"Can I call you...Morra?"
"No."
"Morray eel?"
"No."
"Can I-"
"NO!"

OUCH! Painful mosquito bite; the first of many...

I wish, oh how I wish, I didn't have to go to school. The weather is absolutely gorgeous, and I was cooped up most of the day.
I wish, oh how I wish, I had the ability to cook. I'm fucking starving over here!

So full of Easter...and a great comic idea...wow...