Today consisted of:
- Hanging out with John.
- Finding out the train at the zoo blows.
- No box turtles in the Children's Zoo.
- 3D Dinosaur adventure. As soon as it starts - "I don't get it"
- Chimps being REALLY REALLY awesome & having REALLY REALLY intense teeth.
- Petting. Stingrays.
- 4 words: Mango. Passion fruit. Slurpee.
- Finding out Brandon passed out for like 3290847 hours.
- Seeing StJohn (FINALLY).
- Matthew telling me that mushrooms were growing on High Rise.

My day pretty much ruled.
One of those ruled harder than anything.
Confession.
Never.

I. Need. Them.
lol.
Idk where this obsession with sneakers is coming from, but I don't like it (due to the $$ factor).

Tonight consisted of:
-sleep <333
-bombing;spray paint all over my hands.
-movies with Matthew & Joshua (I'll + StJohn even though he faaailed and didn't show up. lol)
-Halloween II is a fail. Terra you'll probably love it though :).


Tell tale, heart sail
We smell rats in the kitchen

"Once upon a time, there was a king who ruled a great and glorious nation. Favourite amongst his subjects was the court painter of whom he was very proud. Everybody agreed this wizzened old man pianted the greatest pictures in the whole kingdom and the king would spend hours each day gazing at them in wonder. However, one day a dirty and dishevelled stranger presented himself at the court claiming that in fact he was the greatest painter in the land. The indignant king decreed a competition would be held between the two artists, confident it would teach the vagabond an embarrassing lesson. Within a month they were both to produce a masterpiece that would out do the other. After thirty days of working feverishly day and night, both artists were ready. They placed their paintings, each hidden by a cloth, on easels in the great hall of the castle. As a large crowd gathered, the king ordered the cloth be pulled first from the court artist’s easel. Everyone gasped as before them was revealed a wonderful oil painting of a table set with a feast. At its centre was an ornate bowl full of exotic fruits glistening moistly in the dawn light. As the crowd gazed admiringly, a sparrow perched high up on the rafters of the hall swooped down and hungrily tried to snatch one of the grapes from the painted bowl only to hit the canvas and fall down dead with shock at the feet of the king. ’Aha!’ exclaimed the king. ’My artist has produced a painting so wonderful it has fooled nature herself, surely you must agree that he is the greatest painter who ever lived!’ But the vagabond said nothing and stared solemnly at his feet. ’Now, pull the blanket from your painting and let us see what you have for us,’ cried the king. But the tramp remained motionless and said nothing. Growing impatient, the king stepped forward and reached out to grab the blanket only to freeze in horror at the last moment. ’You see,’ said the tramp quietly, ’there is no blanket covering the painting. This is actually just a painting of a cloth covering a painting. And whereas your famous artist is content to fool nature, I’ve made the king of the whole country look like a clueless little twat."

<3

I'm pretty sure I shouldn't be listening to music that refers to "making your pussy wet", but I do. It's bad too, brokeNcyde isn't really good... at all. All their songs pretty much suck. I think they might have a complex about not getting laid (or not getting girls). IDK, they have awesome beats though. Beats + Screamo + rap = okaybyme.

So, I have my car back. After like $1900 and a week and a half later. Bitchasspeople. I've been stuck in my house forever. It. Blows. (Or, it blew? idk). As soon as I got off work today, I totally crashed. Hard. I just woke up. I don't really know what else to say. My day pretty much sucked and then sucked more and then I passed out so the suck stopped.



& with this, I bid adieu.

Someone today said they had the personality of a cat. I don't know what that means. Then someone asked if I would ever have sex with a complete stranger. I said it depends, though my convictions render that thought. I totally would NOT have sex with a complete stranger.

Today was okay. I actually worked a full 8 hours shift. Though, those Little Giant ladders will kill you if you are not fully aware of how to use it. Ask Chris, he payed the price. He has a GNARLY gash/whelp on his hand. PS, the ceiling is like a massive wind storm. Changing the lights appears to be more complicated than it looks. I hate when Alverz gives us lists, but today, I was SO glad. It was SO boring. I'm pretty sure I have a hint of insane flowing through my body. Though, I think I know the key to Tyrice's theory of "it's all in the mind." I'll let ya know when and if my theory is correct.

There isn't much to really update. I'm still house sitting. Apollo the Dog is still like 300 lbs. My car is being bipolar and jank, but it works great. W-T-F? Magic spells I think. Evil little trolls, something fucking up my life.

I lost the ball to my red stud, now my studs are red, white, and blue. Fail.

Mmmmmm, 11 up, 4 across.

Es bringt mich um.

I OFFICIALLY HATE TWILIGHT!!!

I was fine until they sacked Cathrine Hardwicke... [or whatever her name is]. She won't be directing "New Moon".... Seriously, get over it... it doesn't matter WHO directs it because it will probably be a piece of shit JUST LIKE TWILIGHT WAS! Get. Over. It.

kthxbai.

I am so effing tired. I think it's the day time, the sunlight always ruins my life.

I'm trying to clean, but I'm really doing a piss pour job at it. I've learned that the Cranberry Sierra Mist is the shizzz though and it's probably seasonal. Balls.

I'm starting to creep myself out because I find the youngest brother on the Narnia movies to be sort of attractive.. but I haven't figured out why yet. It could possibly be two reasons. 1. He's British or 2. He's weird looking. HAHAHA. What IS wrong with me?


PS, I ALWAYS say schedule in a British accents because I am a werido