My knees are grinding. I have no cartilige. My eyes feel sandy and heavy. I am so, so sick of today. I wish I had this shit done already. Today I had to hang out with my dad, who normally sucks. But today wasn't so bad. Considering I got a meal, a book, a shirt, and a movie out of the deal. My dad is a weird guy. I don't know if I am like him or not. I tried to figure it out today. I think I am in a way, but also not. I get lots of things from my mother.

You are not doves. The cooing must stop.

I cannot concentrate. So I'll just ramble on about my day. I got a shirt today, that was the most exciting part. The Sisters Of Mercy. I also got a Witches & Witchcraft book. I saw The Forgotten. Go see it, it's good.

I need to dye my hair. I need to do my homework. I need to sleep. I need to figure out what the fuck I'm doing. Sometimes I get really annoyed. He doesn't want to paint, stop with the whiney voice. God. More wine, please. Less whine. More wine. The wine makes me tired, as does the whine.

I am an Egyptian cat. Oh dear god. I also got a skeleton key and a Buddah figurine today, by alternate means of aquiration. I think I made that up. I hit my surface piercing last night and almost died. It looks so much better. I think it is finally healing. Sorry for staring out into space when you laugh at something "funny" I am just really, really confused by your Star Wars references. Garbage compactor? I hate babies. And...baby TALK. Which this isn't, per se, just whining. Babies whine, not you.

Okay, so. I need to do homework, but it confuses me far too much. The roomates are going to bed, so maybe then I will concentrate. But then again, maybe not. I think perhaps not.