Wouldn't it figure I'm ill. This really bites. In the amusing words of Hiroshi Karigari "Whatever I did to deserve this punishment, I appologize..." And Val, what the Hell is "squishie-fishy"? I'm frightened, yet intrigued.

Well, I just spent hours drawing pretty pictureness. My head hurts.

Okay, I need Tylenol and I need it now! If you have any, please send it via FedEx to my house. Oh, speaking of house, our new one has dry wall and siding! Yayay! Soon I will be living in a house, not a cramped little apartment below the worlds most annoying neighbours.

Anyway...

Ooooh, trouble in paradise, it would seem! What a tasty morsel to console myself with!

Well, I really have to get my act together in Bio...I mean, it is so much fun but I didn't do that confounded graph. Curses.

On the social front I look forward to the party. Marina, you had better bloody well go because if you don't there will be swift and painful death, followed smartly by reincarnation and torture. With the love of course.

I miss my dad. We talked to him on the phone yesterday and he sounded so tired and lonely. So tomorrow I'm going to visit. You know, sometimes when I'm feeling down about anything, it instantly vanishes in a big bear hug. And he's growing a moustache. Which I love. We have the same sense of humour and I can tell him absolutely anything. He likes the Eagles. And he has every little thing I ever gave to him. He has some of my hair in an envelope. No, he's not creepy! My sister gave me a haircut when I was three, and it was the silkiest blonde hair ever, and he kept it. It's so pretty. And know my hair is short. And kinda messy. And pigtail-ey.
God, I love my dad.

Okay, moving along. Anthony Knight, I will be attending your party on two conditions. 1) Marina goes-my mom wants someone she knows to be there with me. 2) Your parents are there. Because you know...I might get raped! Except I won't because I will direct the rapist in the general direction of Tristan.

Man, some people really get my goat. I mean, Anne, dearest, I hardly think you're fooling anyone when you fish for compliments in drama. Instead of complaining and being immature about performing, maybe you should just shut up and do it.
Mmmm...the sweet delicious nectar of the pear, you make all the pain fade.

Uh oh...that adorable orange tabby is on the balcony again, and Mousey has turned into the viscious cat bitch from Hell.
And now I depart. Farewell.

Lazy weekend, watching the trees shed their leaves and make the ground turn into fire.
Some people can be so rude.
Man, Chicago and Bend It Like Beckam are good movies. I didn't think they would be, but they are.

And that is a brief look at my life up to this point.