A get well poem for poor darling Anthony, who is suffering from Blowfish Disease. Or so I perceive.
You could star on "Finding Nemo" with your puffy swollen face,
As one of those crazy blowfish that swims around the place.
Under you skin, writhing away, there are the eggs of worms!
Please don't touch me, you dirty Italian, I don't want your germs!
An urban legend you will be with your rare and itchy disease,
So don't come near within a seventy-mile radius please.
I know that you are feeling rotten, and I am being rude,
But it is just HI-larious when you Dad stuffs you with food.
He comes every ten minutes on the dot with Tylenol for you
You will have an overdose and die in the shower with your shampoo.
If you die I will be sad and come to your funeral
Wearing crazy short shorts because you requested so.
I promise not to laugh too much as I know how you feel
Because I had a bad sunburn once and everyone laughed as I peeled.
You shouldn't worry too much, you shouldn't fret or cry!
You probably just have a terrible disease, and soon you are going to DIE!
Get Well Soon, Anthony!!!

Meagan went to go see a night screening of Finding Nemo, which I really want to see, but will probably have to wait. In the mean time, I can rent animes to my hearts content and run around my house like a maniac.
Ugh, I hope it doesn't rain, because then I have to get off my ass and bring in the laundry...
"Can I chop this?"
"No! No you can not! That is the Sacred Leek!"
Just making fun of the stupidest episode of Cardcaptor Sakura to date.

Well, my choir performance was really...early today. And now that it is over, I can concentrate my full energy into screaming at the top of my lungs in fustration at my stupid stupid stupid choir project.
Man, Marina and I tried on almost everything in my closet. I know it sounds like a tremendously girly thing to do, but I made her watch Macross Plus first, so it kind of evens out.
Someone came from
The dark oracle from the stars,
Protecting my heart from crying.
Taken back? Why surprised?
My traveler returned
What wind from, why did he change?
~Myung Fan Long

*TWIRLY* I am think I am happy. I mean, really truly happy. I just feel as if I've been cleansed. I can do what I want. I love sitting in the backseat of the car, my sister cranking the tunes, my mother chatting, with every window open, blowing my hair every which way. I love dozing off to sleep, with the window open. Everyday I walk to my bus stop, and pass underneath a white blossom tree, in full bloom, which rain down ivory petals into my hair. I have good friends, like Emily, Anthony (your picture will be ready on monday, darling.), Val, Marina, and many others. The sun on my arms is warm, and any sadness ebbs away. Resting on the couch, watching late night TV, cuddling up to my cat, kissing her fur, is the best way to spend the evening. I love being free of commitments. Nothing is more relaxing whilst listening to my CD as I think of all the magic in my head. I am so happy that I have the gift of putting my thoughts and dreams onto paper and weaving them into images of people and things that live in my soul, and keep me semi sane. Pulling honeysuckle off of bushes and teaching Marina how to drink the sweet nectar sealed within.
Spring is awesome. I am happy.

Buahahahahahahahaaa!!!
Breaking hearts, hah! I have only ever had a broken heart once, and that was because of Dad. Many heart fractures, but only one break! I am so proud of me!

You know, you would think that a dark purple/magenta and chocolate brown striped shirt would be hideously ugly. And it is, but in such a way that I commanded my mother to shell out the money for it. So ugly...I love it!

Ugh...knees aching from standing as stiff as a board from choir for hours on end...oh the pain.
Oh, and fuck you, people. Blah blah blah blah blah!!!
Muahahahahahaha! I love being evil!
Fuck you.
I lerv you all...except for you over there...yes...you!

I was sitting, thinking mildly about how much I hate the Americans. Seriously. In this suburb outside of Chicago are these senior girls. These girls have EVERYTHING!!! They have huge mansions and five car garages and God knows what else, and they entertain themselves by brutally hazing junior girls and beating the shit out of them, and then their parents and the school and the community administration aren't doing anything. Stupid American barbarians.
Anyway, so I was lounging on the couch when I hear this thump. An orange cat fell from upstairs onto our balcony. It was a little shaken, but it was okay, and Mousey went beserk. Luckily, its owner collected it and took it away before Mousey could attack Poe or something. Good ol' Poe. Cats fall out of the sky, into his territory, and he doesn't even get off the couch. I love him.
Mousey is a freak...

What thee sheet?
Why why why do we have to perform in a modern church? I really don't want to. A) God is totally peeking at my gray panties with the little bow, which makes me nervous. The B) reason is that this church does not have air conditioning, and tomorrow, we have to wear all black, and it is so dry and we will burn and die!!! C) hardly any of the girls memorized their music, and the concert is tomorrow! And D) I feel like shit.
Holy sheet.
Beebo.

This sucks. My weekend has gone downhill.
Saturday was fantastic! Otafest kicked ass...even when I tripped on the stairs and got caught between a chair and a step...although that hurt...and Baru laughed at me.
Sunday, I was sick. I couldn't keep anything down, and I stayed in bed all day. All my limbs hurt and felt heavy, and my sleep was manifestated by feverish nightmares.
I stayed at Dad's today, and ddidn't go to school. When I came home, Meagan told me our mom got laid off! My mom, the best damn nurse in Calgary, fired? I feel so sad...