Actually, that title looks kinda dirty and innuendo-y. Really not my intention, but hey, I'm gonna go with the flow. Nothing like that though, though I wouldn't mind... well, use your imagination. To be clear, the bulk of this journal will be about my shower (ALONE) and the incredibly deep, meaningful thoughts I had. Ah, who am I kidding?

Right. Today when I showered I decided to go all out on this Irish Spring body wash. I found it lying in the downstairs guest shower nobody uses, so naturally I snatched it. Future guests shall be rendered soapless!

um... yeah. I really wanted to pass on my first try.

I ran a yellow light.

... I'm feeling pretty shitty right now.

It's kind of been a while since I posted a journal up. In a way that's kind of good because it means no crazy depressing shit has assaulted me, but it also means I've been drifting through a monotonous existence. Anyways.

I find it so ridiculous that little tiny things can bug me so much. I mean, a normal person would be like... eh, no big deal... and I feel like I could be alone on a big expanse of pavement after it rained, awkwardly splishing my shoes in a puddle.

Boy I wish she'd call me back.

Some guy just commented that my avatar thingy on Runescape looked like a lesbian. Um...

Yes I do play ridiculous mmorpg games sometimes. Shaddup! Why doesn't this seem to work in real life? My real-life gay transmitter must be broken. Or maybe I'm cool enough to short out people's gaydars. Or maybe I'm just so dashingly good-looking that people go so flimsy and drooly and can't talk to me and I need to come back to the real world.

My Mukmuk keychains came today! =D I also finished knitting my navy blue and white beanie.

It's Friday! Awesome.

Today I was daydreaming in class, and then my teacher said something like... "Blah blah blah blah blah themes and motifs blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah finding your ideal mate blah blah blah..." as we read Hamlet for 5 hours straight (with lunch and a break in between). So I pulled out a sheet of paper and decided to indulge myself by making a list! Who doesn't love making random lists? Anyways, this is my list of all the traits my ideal (coughimpeccablyperfectcough) mate would have. Well, not really. Just the kind of woman I'd drool over while drooling in English class.

As it stands now, I'm a week and a half into summer school with 13 days left, not including weekends. Grade 12 English. I'm not going crazy, I'm going effing bleepin' insane. But dropping is not an option 'cause I need this credit to... you know... graduate. Oh, and then I also have to do WELL, because this mark is gonna go on my university applications. Curses.

(Grittings. Ma nam is Kalhfin. Heeryor lunboks. Hoffa gud tay askool.)

So... I'm taking my grade 12 English credit in summer school and it's the end of the third day! Fifteen to go.

Over the weekend (today's Friday) I have to write a 1-2 minute long poem, memorize it, and then recite it to the class on Monday. Lots of fun. So, because I love turtles and babies are cute (put the two together... mumble mumble) ... baby turtles! Which are about the most adorable things in the world.

Alrighty. So today I went to the Pride Parade in Toronto for the first time ever with some really boring people- these two random girls who left after half an hour and this other girl who left once the parade was over who got tired of my scavenging amongst all the trash and stuff. I ended up with this massive stockpile of condoms which my brother stole and made water bombs out of. And all this random candy and stuff I would never have taken and have no real use for. I put some rainbow beads I got on my backpack though.

uhm, yeah. In a nutshell: I cut myself a little last night, talked to my friend about it. She told me to tell my guidance counselor, who then said she had to call my parents. She ended up not calling but now I'm totally freaked out and I need to talk about it.

Long version go.

What is it about a woman in a tuxedo that's so... unorthodox? I mean, certainly it's not the same as a man in a dress, but still- those darn gender-expectation barriers.

I bring this up because my little brother's elementary school grad was today. And despite the fact that he's a little snotty squirt trapped in the body of a (fairly tall) almost-fourteen-year-old, he did look very handsome and old in his suit. I just wanted to give him a big hug, though, 'cause the instant he opens his mouth he turns back into a weeny little boy.

I am exhausted and burned out and I can't feel my legs and I'm loving it.

I've been on my feet all day. Fitness in the morning- then we went out (walking) for lunch, was late for the bus and had to run, then had to run to my bro's (gloriously close) school because the twit collapsed from heat stroke. He's okay though. Then I went and played frisbee and grounders at my old elementary school park with my friends in the evening.

Yesss.

I just watched the trailer for the Human Centipede right before dinner.

Sorta in need for therapy now.

Ho hum zippa-dee-doo-da. Not. I'm in my half-awake stupor, fresh from a nap, so I'm twice as irritable and half as coherent. Not that I really make sense when I'm not woozy.

Gosh this is so annoying. When I got home, I threw my strawberry pop in the freezer to cool it down faster, forgot about it, and now I'm trying to eat a strawberry popsicle out of a bottle.