Official Spring Break: Day One

Guess who slept in until 2:45? Go on! Guess!

That's right, Kat did.

Yup. Lazy days, so far. I do have a few things planned, but nothing of interest to any of you. I'm having a shitty hard time with one song on the piano...stupid sharps and flats. Stupid stupid stupid.
Talked to Sarah last night. That was pretty fun. We talked about fake anime, the latest craze that is taking over the cartoon world. It bugs me. Grrrr. Although it gives me some hope. Surely if people are willing to make other crazy non-anime crap, they'll make mine, right? I cannot wait for the day when it's my name in the credits, under "super cool creator of this super amazing awesome show she rocks you all suck". Just cause I can, you know? Whether it's true or not, nevermind.

Okay, many hours have passed, but I want to keep all of my entries under one per day...even though it is technically two. Don't confuse me with the facts, my mind is made up.
Our house smells like KFC, or as the French say, PFK. Hah, funnay.
Well, I suppose I should go and write some poetry or draw or something. Anything to keep my mind off of...stuff. Crappy awful stuff. And I dread Wednesday. I have to leave the house. I don't really like days where I have to leave the house. It's a big nasty bad world out there, and now I can see it for what it really is.
If I had my way, I would never leave the house. I would never have to. It would be the big-ass mansion that I dream about, with all of my animal friends. Lenguiney the penguin butler, Llama-Llama the llama driver, Fugu the komodo dragon chef, Wally the yak personal trainer, and Boolie the owl mailman. And there would be a waterslide and a wave pool. And there would be a thousand rooms, most of which are locked and have mysterious secrets hidden within. There would be an amusement park, and an inside garden, where there would be a million flowers blooming all year round. But there would be no other people there. Just me and my zoo of animals and my garden. I could sit and read and write poetry and paint all day long if I wished, or watch television or sleep on my enourmous bed. Call me crazy, but this silly, imagined world is a lot better than the shitty one that is real.
But nevermind all that. This game of solitaire isn't playing itself, by jove.