Ugly the dog.

Domoh Arigatou, Mistah Roboto!
If anyone is terribly bored, please get in touch with me. I will demand you to come and swim with me. It is awfully sad to swim alone...so very sad.

So far, "The 'H' Word" goes well. Anthony, Emily, and Val, you are all regular characters. The reason it is called "The 'H' Word" is because in every comic, someone says the word hate. Not in a bad way, in a humourous way. I have done three episodes thus far...I am going now to do another. Whee!

Why does my house smell like artificial grape flavour?
Okay, I hath returneth, and apart from my less than graceful entry over the balcony, and the fact that my house smells like grape, all apears to be well on the Mothership.
Camping was okay, if not a little smokey. Got to spend time with my dad, but then she showed up, and it was less fun. But then I came home.
Nothing really eventful happened. On the way home, a mosquito flew into my right nostril and I snorted, then clamped my nose shut, thusly squishing the bug. When I blew my nose, there was a bug on the kleenex. And I think the bitch bit me...Bitch!

*sings* Can't wait to move can't wait to move!
I am so sick of that...that woman! I swear, there is this woman who either lives next to us or close by, and every single day she yells at her kids, who are under ten at least. It doesn't matter where she lives, because she screams so loudly, that we can hear her through the open windows. I want to yell out my window to her to just shut the fuck up. Does she really think that yelling at her children will make them do their chores the next day? I would just laze about.
And I also cannot wait to move because every night there is a siren. Not in the apartment complex-it is quite nice here-but there is an ambulance station nearby so they usually get escorted by the police downtown, and thusly they wake me up. I really appreciate the police and everything, but it would be nice to get some sleep uninterrupted.
The new house...it is so beautiful. We're having chocolate brown carpets.

Yesterday I went and watched "Do you bite your thumb at me sir?" at Shakespeare in the Park. It was funny, and it filled up the evening that would otherwise be a void of watching television and eating the chocolate icecream of death.
Mmmm...death icecream...

We are getting a piano.
I'm not entirely sure why.
All I know is that in grade six, I wrote a story about a piano.
The piano made a man go insane.
He killed himself.
And my mother is making me take lessons.
Well...okay, she is teaching me.
I do want to learn.
But my mother is, in fact, a Nazi.
I asked why she wanted to teach me piano.
She said "Because my parents taught me to play piano."
"So, it's like a legacy, then, isn't it, Mom?"
"Yes.
And I want revenge!"
Naturally, that scared me a good deal.
But it will be nice to have some musical talent.
Apart from choir.
Ms. Strome.
Now she's a NAZI.

Christ sakes! My mother feeds my friends better than she feeds me! HER OWN FLESH AND BLOOD!!!

Well...that's an interesting sentence to hear first thing in the morning...
It's 11:30. The sun is out, the birds are chirbing their blithe songs, and of course, it is interupted by the high-pitched shrill of the phone. No matter...
"Hello?"
"Hello darling!"
"Oh, hi Mom!"
"Are you up?"
"*pause, followed by a sarcastic tone*No, mom, I'm still asleep."
"*laugher*Well, of course you are up."
"So, what can I do for you?"
"Katie, are you drunk?!"
"What? NO!"
"You sound drunk!"
"Mom, I hate alchoholic drinks, and I wouldn't drink it first thing in the morning anyway!"
"But you sound drunk!"
"Mom, I'm still wearing my retainers, that's why!"
"Oh."
"*mutters*'Am I drunk?' Oh please!"
"Okay, well, I'll see you tonight. If you guys are home for dinner they'll be some waiting for you."
"Okay. Love you."
"Love you too."
"Bye."
"Bye, sweetheart."

Then my sister comes in.
"Hey, Kate, who was on the phone?"
"The Pope."
"Really?"
"Mother."
"What did she want?"
"Well, we never really got around to that. Before she could tell me what to do, she accused me of being drunk."
"*pause*Are you?"
"Meagan, what on this green earth makes you think I would be drunk!?!"
"You do sound a little drunk."
"*bares metal laden teeth*It's these!"
"*laughter*Okay, sorry."

Well, these teeth aren't going to stay straight on their own. Bastards.

I have expanded my friendship bracelet collection by two. I love them all so much. It is like wearing personal rainbows on my wrists.
Today we went shopping. I got new shoes. Nice comfy sneakers. And yes, I went to OLD NAVY. I don't care if anyone thinks that I am a "corporate whore", because they have good prices, and I refuse to wear clothes that I don't feel make me look as good as I can. No, I'm not vain. I take pride in my appearance. Screw you all.
On that note, tomorrow I am going thrifting. I will mix rich and poor, new and vintage, and my own personal flair so that everyone can look at me and go "That is Kat"...as opposed to now, when they go "Arrrgh! Sweet Jesus, my virgin eyes, what is that thing?!"
*looks at wrists*
All the pretty colours...

I remembered my dream. It was a school related dream. It was a good dream, actually, but it has sparked some questions.
WHEN DOES SCHOOL START!?
WHERE DO THE GRADE ELEVENS GO!?
WHAT TIME OF DAY!?
WHO IS GOING TO BE IN MY HOMEROOM!?
WHY DON'T I KNOW THIS!?
Arrrgh, stupid dream. Way to confuzzle me!

Okay, I have slept in to the reasonable hour of 12:14, and now it is time to get up, remember my dream, and enjoy life.
Or, alternatively, I could just sit at the computer and read blogs and online comics. Hooray for vibrantly orange Hello Kitty.