Oh my god! Some people are such babies!
And no, I do not have 180 stuffed animals in my room...and by I don't, I mean I do.
But at least emotionally, I am mature. I go through life, take my bumps and scrapes, my knocks and thumps, but I get up and move on. Yes, I have lost friends, family, and other people who are, or at least were, important to me, but I don't wrap myself in my own self pity,.or at least not for long. I was surprised at myself. Recently, I thought that I would weep until my eyes dried up, but I didn't shed one tear, nor feel any remorse. I wish people would unwind their metaphorical scarf of self pity, and get on with life. Okay, so you didn't get into Cresent Idol, or whatever, but I find it so annoying when someone hurts someone else, and then they feel sorry for themselves, when the one they hurt just wipes it off and fills their rooms with stuffed animals.
Geez, get over yourself.

Ahhh, Val and I talked about many things via the phone, but I forgot to mention the other thing that had made me laugh yesterday...
"I trust there will be no more INTERRUPTIONS, *ahem* Akito!"
And we talked about the King Prawn, and the purple bulbous tumour fish, and Otafest, and the "guy in the front row", and the fact that I ruined my feng, and much much more!

Well, tomorrow I leave my apartment sanctuary to go to school and spread my germs. Luckily, t'is a short day.
And what am I doing about Otafest?! Mwui?

Awwwww...
Man, the only guys I will ever need are my dad and Poe. Poe sat by my side all day as I lay on the couch, and Dad brought me flowers. Meagan and her friend, Kaitlin, are going to their grad, and they look very pretty. My Dad gave them both flowers, and pulled out a bunch of yellow and white carnations, with a note that said "Don't think I forgot my sick little girl!"
Sometimes, you need a dosage of corney mush to make you feel good. Thanks, Dad!

Deleting things from the past is fun. I suggest everyone try it.

God damn it.
Literally, my brain is frazzled. First thing in the morning, science, the sub answers the phone. After finally responding to my name (after she asked for me five times) I took the phone, and muttured a sickly hello. For a short time, I forgot who I was talking to and what about. The conversation goes as follows.
"He...hello?"
"Hi, Kat?"
"Hi..."
"It's Miss Strome."
Who the Hell is Miss Strome?
"Oh..."
"Well, Kat, I don't suppose whether-"
Math? No... Science? No... English!
"-you have that picture I asked for?"
"Huh? Oh, yes I do."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Oh well could you run it down to the office blah blah blah blah...."
Who is this again? Oh right...English...
"...blah blah and then I can show my business manager."
"Certainly."
"Thanks, Kat."
"Yeah..."
"Bye."
"Huh."
Then I turned to my substitute.
"Mrs Whoever you are?"
"Kormus."
"Yeah, Mrs Kormus. Look, I...."
What am I doing?
"...office...picture...Miss Strome...downstairs...walking out the door now...bye..."
"Go."
I still have no word on the honorarium, but I don't care what it is anymore. Blegh...feel like shit...
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...................Whatever.
I have a cold. And I have to go to school tomorrow. To recieve my honorarium...whatever that is.

Don't you hate...
Those fat deposits on Oprah Winfrey's arms?
That girl on the Welch's Grape Juice commercials?
Having to take the trash out in winter?
Goosebumps?
American Idol and everything it stands for?
The Lizzie Mcguire show/movie? ("I want you to see Rome the way Romans do!" "What? In grinding poverty?")
Eggplants? What is the deal with eggplants?
The word "gilatonous"?
Infomercials that last three days?
When PBS tries to get you to give you money for "quality programming"?
Lea Williams-Doherty? I mean, what idiot lets there toddler touch the oven door? And Lea always looks so damned efficient!
When people coo and "awww" at ultrasound photos? It's not cayuute! It's a black and white blob shaped like a lima bean!
Americans?
Disneyland commercials?
Middle-aged women buying halter tops?
Show offs?
Naked mole rats?
Rich people?
How you wish you were a rich person?
People who think that they were abducted by aliens? These people are usually American...
Not being able to take all the animals at the pet store home?
Being woken up early on weekends?
When overweight girls squeeze into clothes that just do not fit them?
Valuer sweat suits?
Valuer?
Valuer bathing suits? I saw a bikini like that once...ugh...
Rap?
Not knowing what a word means?
Bad breath?
Doing dishes?
Grocery shopping? Safeway is always so cold.
Older sisters who get cars?
But ESPECIALLY that Grape Juice girl...I hate her so much!

Excuse me, everyone. I am sorry, but this coming blog entry is going to be purely superficial and stupid. If you want to leave, please do.
Oh my God I am so happy! For ages I've wanted something from Emily Strange or Yum Pop or Oopsie Daisy, anything from Cosmic Debris, but my mom doesn't allow me to shop online, so I was bummed. But I got an Oopsie Dasiy shirt today from the store! Huzzah for buying at stores!
And ANOTHER fuku type skirt...couldn't resist....but now my choices for Otafest are even harder to make! Arrrgh!
Once again, my appologies.

*Yawn* Good morning, everyone. Sorry I've been so weird recently. I promise to stop, and we will have a jolly good time!
Sweet! That guy is eating a banana in space! How cool!