Well. Now I feel odd.

Why does my room smell like a Hot Stuff? Why?

ARRRRGH! Jesus H Christ, why can't the members of my family LEAVE ME ALONE? Seriously. I specifically request to be left to just sleep in till whenever I wake up, and my mom storms in telling me "It is 11:00, get up, slug!" and I just moan and say under my breath "Why do you have to start doing everything so early and bug me?"
It is especially annoying because I was enjoying an extrememly cool and good Harry Potter dream when she woke me up, and at a super special part! Harry was taking a test and Snape was yelling something and when he looked up to see what was going on I get a "KATHERINE CLAIRE LONG, WAKE UP!" I tried to get the dream back (sometimes I can) but it was not to be. Oh well. I will just have to kill my mother.

Okay, you know that ad? The one for a really annoying CD for kids, with like, "The Itzy Bitzy Spider" and "Knick Knack Paddywhack"? The narrator lady says "What child doesn't love to sing and dance?" My response; A dead one?

It is really nice outside. Happy Birthday to Marina, who I cannot get a hold of to wish it to her properly, but you know, whatever.

*The following scene takes place in my new house*
And now, the moment you have all been waiting for...*drum roll* ALL THE INFORMATION YOU NEED TO KNOW ON DOGLETS, THE GENETICALLY MUTATED CREATIONS OF PROFFESORS EMILY KEELER AND KAT LONG!!!
Kat: Now, now, students, settle down, settle down.
Emily: Kat, we're standing in your empty basement.
Kat: I did not hear that. Anyway, class, today we are going to talk about mating animals. Did everyone bring their permission slips? There will be sex.
Emily: Again, there is no one here!
Kat*ignores the latter*: Let's get started. Proffesor Keeler, did you bring the specimen?
Emily: Uh, yeah. Here, Sheba, c'mon, girl.
*Sheba walks in and rolls onto her back, exposing her nine crooked nipples*
Kat: Dude, that never ceases to freak me out.
Emily*defensively*: Fine! Where is your dog?
Kat: He's here. Here, boy! Come here...
*A really ugly dog walks in*
Emily: Fuck, man...just...fuck.
Kat: Don't swear in front of the impressionable youth!
*Gestures to empty room*
Emily: I hate you. Anyway, let us get these two interested in each other...
Kat: Don't tell me, tell the students!
Emily: Jesus Christ. Fine, class, we're going to get these two freak dogs to do each other in a feeble attempt to make a new breed of freak. Doglets.
Kat*claps hands*: Goody! Okay, to the Honeymoon Room!
*Leads dogs to a fort made out of empty boxes*
Kat: And now they will mate. Sheba, stop edging away from my sweet ugly boy! He's harmless! Okay, class dissmissed.
Emily: I am going home.

*One doggy gestation period later, in Kat's garage*
Emily*peering into a big box*: Um, "Proffesor Long"? One of them is dead...
Kat: Val can have that one.
Emily: Hey, does your mom know we're doing this?
Kat: She's at work.
Emily: Yeah, but does she know?
Kat*forcefully*: She's at work! Anyway, welcome back, students. I hope you had a good break. Let us reveal the Doglets!
*Pulls out, one by one, five little Doglets. Ugly, mutated, one is dead*
Emily: This didn't work. Let's go drown them in the pond.
Kat: Where is the proud Mama?
Emily: Sheba is hiding in my bedroom. Where is yours?
Kat: Oh, he's um....well...he went blind.
Emily: Not surprisingly. These things are an eyesore.
Kat: Do you want icecream?
Emily: Yes. Yes I do.

*End*

I dropped a bowling ball on my foot. I lost. I swear to God, next time, we are going to the zoo or something.
I want to write a poem, but I am not sure what to write about. And I don't really feel like leaving my house looking for my muse, because it is allergy season and my nose is a little stuffed up at the moment, making it a tish difficult to breath. I blame my pitiful bowling game on my nose. And physics. Physics hates me.
But nevertheless, I am happy. Well, maybe happy isn't a good word for it....umm...contentment, yeah, that's better. I am content. I was talking to Anthony today on MSN and I realized I was quite stupid a little while ago, actually, quite a while ago, but that now I can see cleary all the faults and things I don't like which I will be sure to avoid in future. I will speak to Anthony more on the matter later.
Well, it has been a pretty good day, I suppose. Could have been worse.
My foot hurts.

I hate bowling. I mean, I like it, but my dad loves it, so whenever we are together we go and bowl. I want to do something else for a change, something I am good at -I always lose at bowling- but my dad always has his heart set on it. Geez, it is so hard. Especially with my muto arm.
Okay, Emily, we so have to breed whatever ugly dog I get with your mutant dog, creating a litter of, not puppies, but Doglets. It will be awesome. Valerie has first dibbs on one of them.

Happy birthday to my mother. I am dead meat. Here is the conversation that transpired yesterday.
"So, Mom, tomorrow is your birthday."
"Yeah."
"You made it this far, brought up two girls almost all alone, and you're still vibrant and full of life! We are so proud!"
"You know, you're right. Thankyou, darling."
"To think, 45 years of life will be achieved tomorrow."
*shouting*"I'M ONLY TURNING 44!!!"
"Oh, GODDAMMIT! Shit, I do this every year! SORRY MOM!!!"
At least I got her a present. Meagan is in deeper sheet than me, if possible, Beebo!

Pain. Unbelievable pain.
She cried, she winced, she moaned, but the torturer was relentless. Every few seconds, searing agony coursed through her nerves, and she twitched as tears sprang to her eyes and forged a salty river down her cheeks. Sometimes the pain was quick, sharp, violent, and other times, it was slow, gut wrenching, and nauseating. Blood ran down her ankles, and her lips were red from her contant biting. The torturer forced her down, suffocating her on the ground, and she felt herself choking through the tears and the pain.
"Ow! Jesus Christ, Mom!"
"Oh, shut up, Katherine!" snapped Kat's mom, yanking the twelfth band aid off of Kat's leg. The hairs were ripped off, making Kat shudder.
"Fuck, this hurts!" Kat cried, lying on her stomach on the floor as her mom slowly pulled the strip of fabric from the sensitive skin on the back of her knee.
"I said, shut up."

I will destroy her. Happy Canada Day.

Arrrrgh Anthony I am sorry! I am so stoopid!

I want to...do something fun.
I am supposedly going to Stampede with some friends. That will be fun. But I feel a little distant from my friends. I suppose we will get together eventually. Geez, it is only the start of summer, and I already miss Marina, Emily, Anthony, and the miscellanious people I hung out with. I last saw Val at Easter. And Sarah! God I miss the little Jew! I did see D a little while ago, but it was too brief a visit to really do much.
Not that I am complaining. I like being free of school. And tomorrow will be fun. HAPPY CANADA DAY, EVERYONE!

I can't help but feel overwhelming joy. I know you all know this, but my family will have purchased a house by the end of July. I don't know how long it has been since I lived somewhere of our own. Many many years, constantly dreaming of a cute little house, and soon it will be so.
Mom is seriously considering getting a house built for us. We looked at the showhome of it, and it was absolutely perfect. A four level split-level, and we can have it custom made too. Man, all I can think of is waking up on a beautiful summer morning, throwing open the curtains, opening the window, and breathing in the fresh neighbourhood air, as opposed to pulling up the blinds, opening the window and listening to the neighbours rat dogs whinge all morning.
The basement will be affectionately known as the Dungeon. It will be fully furnished, and this means that I can have not only a dog but as many friends as I want over at a time.
We will be hosting a house warming party. I don't know who I will invite...Maybe if Satan isn't busy...

The agony is overwhelming. I have so many mosquito bites I could have West Nile a thousand times over, and I have a terrible habit of scratching them until they bleed and form icky scabs and scars. My mother used the only solution she could think of. After many, many, many doses of moisturizer, she slapped band aids over every one....let's see.....
Twenty-three band aids in all. One on my back, three on my left arm, seven on my right leg and twelve on my left. At least I cannot scratch them, but the band aids are pretty itchy too.
I had an odd dream last night. Wonderful. But odd.

Ugh...I love camping, but that was just Hell.