Don't you love the way your pillow smells? Like so many tears, like your hair, like the delicious scent of sleep, like memories of dozing in the sun, like candy you ate as a child, like your clothes dryer, like air, like cotton, like cat fur, like you?
I miss Big Sarah. I forgot her at my dad's house. It's like losing your baby blanket, except mine is a bunny pillow. She has this lovely little soft patch under her chin where she stayed as soft as the day I got her (Christmas, 1993). Maybe being sentimental over a pillow is silly to you, but to me, it is comfort and security. Inside this fifteen-year-old-teenager, beats the heart of a six year old girl who lost her bunny.

Before we move, I'm going upstairs and shoving a dead rat into the mailbox of the people upstairs. University boys, around 23-25, and almost every night, LOUD, AMATURE, THUMPING ROCK MUSIC. And no matter how many times we ask them to turn it down, or call the office or whatever, and they just totally ignore us. Isn't it after three warnings, they get evicted? Christ, I want to cram that guitar and/or sterio right up their ass.

I have one last thing to say on the matter at hand.
Well, I hope everyone has a fucking good laugh at my expense, because I would simply hate for this extremely funny situation to go to waste.
And I never want to breath another word about it.

Even though I am really really REALLY FUCKING PISSED OFF, I get an odd sense of satisfaction about the fact that I was right. About you, about the one you love, about the way you think of me. I was right. I pass Go, I collect 200 dollars, I feel a grinding pain in my stomach.
And you are right. I'm not in love with you either. But I was. And that is what cuts my soul.

Well, I have found the outfit I am going to wear on the first day of school. Hooray for pretty skirts.
I find myself thinking alot about life these days. It is good and bad. My actual life is good, with lots of friendly faces and brilliant blue skies. Unforetunately, it isn't always like this. What a terrible shame.

I don't think I want anything anymore. I thought I wanted you, but you aren't right for me, because I mean nothing to you. Oh well. Life continueth.
The new school year looms before me, promising much education and laughs, but also heart ache and tears. Oh well. Life continueth.
I want to run in a field full of flowers with all my artistic creations, because they are devoted to me. But they do not exist. Oh well. Life continueth.

Bowling for Columbine is a great movie. At one point, I actually felt the vomit rise. It was awful and wonderful. When Charleton Heston dies, Anthony and I are going to have a party. And I hope Anthony won't be late. AHEM.
Anyway, today was fun, and full of good food and Engrish. T'was a blast. If I had more money, I would do the same tomorrow.

Well, well, well.
Okay, I'm done.