Tomorrow I will...sleep in.

I went camping. I came home. I was dirty.
No...I mean, when people hear dirty, they think just a little bit of grit under the nails, or a soft fine settling of dust. I was GRIMY. I hadn't showered in three days, and within those three days I swam in dirty water, got my feet covered in mud, rolled in the dirt, lifted logs, took garbage to the dump, and generally made a mess of myself.
I had a long long shower upon my return. I am so clean I squeak. Hoorah for extensive personal heigiene...which I did not spell right. Oh well.

Excuse me while I try to hold in my vomit, as I have discovered the Sharon Osbourne now has her own show. They all make me sick.

Well, me and Mom had a fight. I give up. I really do.

Apart from that and a whopping bad heat headache, life is okay.

My sister gave me a pretty hair wrap. I feel so piratey!
I don't know what I am going to do for a while...probably contemplate clothes I could wear...and draw...and make more friendship bracelets for me, myself, and I.
I really hope they let me volunteer at the SPCA. I have to go through a screening in October. But I think they'll let me. I'm not scary! SQUISHY FACE!!!
Arrrrgh...what is this pain in my jaw?!

Why is Poe being so affectionate? What happened to the surly, loner, wary cat, who shrank down to the ground so I couldn't pet him. He is being so cuddly...He rubs up against my ankles and purrs and drools...I miss the old Poe.
SQUISHY FACE!
Oh yeah, he's back.

Today was really refreshing. Any bad thoughts my brain may have been harvesting seemed to float away, like a morsel of popcorn flying in the breeze. And I saw Pirates of the Carribean again and Johnny Depp is just...be still my beating heart!
Seriously, Anthony, you have increased my emotional debt by much today, but I am thankful. Please get me Sanrio cayuuteness for my birthday. And I owe you big time! I am so getting you a present!
Wootwootwootwoot! Arrrgh! Tofu and Seaweed! Wesley!

I have applied to become a volunteer at the Humane Society. It will be rewarding, but terribly difficult. Every animal that comes in, I'll want to take home, and mom said if I ever brought home another pet without discussing it she would kill me. But, after careful deliberation, I have decided that should there be an animal simply screaming to come home with me, I'll tuck it under my hat and take it home. What Mom doesn't know can't hurt me, although wearing a Great Dane on my head might. It just makes me terribly sad to think that they actually are lacking volunteers there. I mean, how can people not want to help poor lonely homeless familyless animals? Everytime I see that commercial...you know? The one that is for the Petland Rescue a Pet program? Well, they have all these black and white photos of pets, a litter of kittens in an alley, a dog hiding under a car...with flashes of words like "Every year ----- number of animals are saved by our services" and then they show a little dead puppy, and it says "Others were not so lucky" and I just fall apart and cry for at least three minutes. The music is HEART WRENCHING! So anyway, I'm going to save some animals because they NEED me! I can't believe people cannot find the time to visit the animals at the SPCA and just...love them....
Where is my cat? I need to SF her.....
SF=Squishy Face

Whoa...Pirates of the Carribean was really...awesome. Johnny Depp was just incredible, and I am so in love with Geoffrey Rush. Orlando Bloom can kiss my ass. But the rest of it was amazing. The skelingtons where scary and gross, but very well done. I want to see it again. Wow.