My family's moving to Antofagasta, Chile in mid-July. It's in a rocky desert where 60 % of the houses are infested with spiders. Oh joy. One of my dad's bogus benifits is a membership in the yacht club. Too bad we don't own a yacht. Perhaps I could hijack one of the rowing boats at my school and attach a sail.
I could kidnap some rowers, too, so I'd have someone to talk to. Rowers' sexuality is weird. They have machoismo, but they also wear spandex and are sort of affectionate towards each other.
I think I may be bi. I'm in love with a male. He's intelligent, charming, polite, and beautiful. Thankfully, he's asexual and sex is not an issue. If it was I'd barf until I die. Ugh, penis. *gag*
I want Jessica Alba. I always have and I always will. I want to eat every girl in sight. SO horny.
Today I saw a bag lady. She pushed her shopping cart into the middle of traffic, and I was afraid to say anything because she had a large brass pipe (the plumbing kind, not the smoking kind).
And then I sued my brother for erasing all my cash and items on my file in Animal Crossing. My sister presided, ruled in my favor, and forced him to apologize. She's so intelligent for her age. Too bad she has to be so tragically heterosexual. I've begun my Nirvana obsession. The song "Dumb" brings a tear to my eye. I don't know why.