I'd forgotten how fun it was to be tickled.
I'm a bit sad. I'm getting older. I made a depressing discovery. I no longer like the taste of Oreos or Chips-a-hoy creme snackwiches. Whatever happened to the little one who clutched a teddy bear at all times and ate food that I wouldn't touch now with a barge pole, or food that glowed in the dark or sparkled or something.
Oh well. I'm growing up, and I'm glad. Just because my taste buds have matured into snack-rejecting little bastards, nothing is stopping me playing on swingsets. I am the Queen of the Playground!

I had a weird dream. Maybe sleeping sitting up was it, or hunger, or something. Sitting in the theatre. Sleeping. I had weird thoughts, and I think I was having a dream about ponies when I heard footsteps. Next thing I knew Marina was stadning on that stairs asking if I wanted to be alone. I shook my head and she talked with me. I wish I could remember my pony dream.
And I sincerely hope I get moved out of Mrs Halbauer's Nazi math class. She taught us a whole new method of integers, and I was completely baffled. And she is just...a bitch in general.
Mr Gamache is a bad teacher. Not only his teaching method. He's just really boring. And that reindeer head looming just over the kid next to me, waiting for the right moment...TO POUNCE! Except not pounce. Fall. And the kid next to me will be killed by the reindeer landing on his head, and I will get an antler in the eye. It's named Rudolph.

Today is my day to gripe.
I'll say and think whatever the Hell I want. Just because you don't agree with me, doesn't mean I'm wrong, or that you are, or that I'm right, or that you are. Simple as that. I stand by what I said.

It needs to rain. This unbearable evening heat needs to stop.
Black Comedy is a great script. I hope I get in!

Today is the last day of my lathargic summer. Last night, holding Big Sarah close to try and get rid of the smell of my dad's cigarettes, I listened to the wind in the trees. I almost forgot that I live in an apartment complex where the people upstairs play loud ass music and the woman next door comes home high. I heard the wind, and the voices of lonely people riding it. It was a comforting roar. It was the sound of the Gods breathing. It was the sound of the sea crashing. It was the most beautiful sound I have ever heard. It made me forget that some of my friends are lousy, and that I failed art. Everything was perfect.
Perfectly perfect.

I will not rest until I have my pillow!
*takes a two hour nap*
Okay, I lied.

Going to...explode.
Xenosaga is an excellent game...provided that you remember to save before major events and not get killed by the aliens. I have to go back to almost the beginning! I hate it when I'm handed a lemon. I don't like lemons.
Dinner is in the oven and I am starving. Hooray for nutrition!

GODDAMMIT, I WANT MY BUNNY!
I realized last night, and this is odd, I actually have quite a few rabbit toys. Even a little bobbly head one from Mexico. They're all really cute and cuddly, and both of my head honchos, who run the SAA, are bunnies. Big Sarah and Big Bubba. This may sound really lame to you, but I am getting to a point. Before last night, as I arranged my many teddies, I noticed this mass amount of simply adorable stuffed animal rabbits, and realized "Whoa...rabbits are one of my favourite domestic animals." This is significant because I didn't even know this about myself. And I can't imagine what I don't know about other people. I use this phrase with extreme caution, because some people are so transparent, but other people, strangers and distant friends, are a mystery to my mind. I wonder what their favourite animals are, and if they even know. Maybe they like rabbits too.