Wow. It's nearly Christmas. I would be sorry that I'm passing it up. But I can't say I am. I'm not even sure I like the people I celebrate it with anymore...I'm positive I don't like one. And whether they even like me is a mystery. I'm perfectly content with spending the anniversary of my birth with people who actually love and like me for me. Specifically, my dad. I can say my opinion, whatever that may be, and I won't get told to never attempt serious conversation. I can fit in and I'll never be put second to anyone else. And I know that the love will never stop. It's a shame that it isn't always like that.
And thats.....time! Okay, my daily gripe is over. Now go to your kitchen or go to Hell.

Why is it that people aren't feeling the love anymore?
I don't think I can face another day at school. I'm really tired. And I'm pissed off at some of my "friends". I wonder what I can do. Nothing. I could hate everyone, but that requires energy, energy I am lacking.

Run. Jump. Stand outside naked at night. Watch the moon. Feel the wind. Share butterfly kisses with no one. Make super sugary Kool-Aid. Forgive people who've done nothing wrong. Condemn those who hurt you to a life of pain. Cry. Laugh. Brush your hair. Smile at bus drivers. Talk to animals and plants. Break things. Let candles burn to the base. Never eat packets of salt unless you have a strong stomach. Watch reality TV shows and diss the participants. Play every ring tone on your cell to annoy people. Sing. Blink. Bite your lip. Hate. Love.
Run.

Well. What a lovely surprise.
I didn't want a cell phone. I didn't want an MP3 CD player. But I got them. They are bitching.
And my Nanny gave me 50 pounds! Which is....over $150.00. Anyone wanna go Sanrio Cayuutenessing with me?

Tired and cold+Sleep and blanket=Happy Kat curled up on the couch.

It made me sick today. A stupid bitch from my drama class-you know, the kind that never pays attention, does any work, and you wonder why they signed up for that class-and one of her friends got on the bus. I heard the friend say "I'm a quarter Mongolian...whatever that is." I wanted to scream "It's right NEXT TO CHINA! You don't even know what culture you are descended from? How did you get this far without knowing where MONGOLIA is? Do you even know where CHINA IS?!" Sorry...that really bugged me.

Hey, all you middle aged floozie women! Need a facelift? Low on cash? Just get your hair french braided by my mother. I swear...I can't close my top eyelids and my eyebrows are somewhere near my hairline. By appointment only.

Damn right I shant. I have one thousand things to do, and not a lot of time to do them in.
My first major homework assignment gave me a major headache. But that's because I was writing in the dark, without my glasses on. But still.