"I'm staring at the asphalt wondering,

what's buried underneath, where I am?"

Today was very weird. I slept a lot, but in the way I got what I needed but it doesn't feel any different. So I don't really feel all that rested but at the same time I'm not tired. Indifference.

I've bonded with Diego, a cat with stick-straight ears, one curled, and a cow-esque hair pattern. I woke up and he was curled in my legs and now he is exploring my room. He's alright. We have to give all of the kittens names to do with the Super Bowl. They leave in two weeks, and then we get new kittens. Emily loves them, so I'm fine with it now.

I do wear clothing. Just not when not necessary. Who knew he would be coming over? No one did. So why would I wear clothes for a visitor I did not know would be showing up? I refuse.

I don't understand my stomach. My mom tried to make the day better by ordering Chinese and pizza and hot wings but that just made me feel even more sick. Ah, whatever.

I'm so glad finals are over.

I wish it were summer. I feel like swimming.

I can't believe "Angry Kitten" is spreading. Definitley the new phenomenon.

I love the number of constellations I can make with the dots in my ceiling. That's what I love.

You succceeded at bolding and italicizing. Congratulations, really.

I always say things before I think. Except not really always. There are a lot of things I don't say. Or that I'm going to say, but by the time it gets to my mouth I'm out of courage to say it. I think with the things I just let out I'm getting better at, though. At least giving more thought to. I don't know.

I bet they do have sparkling lemonade. They should at least. March New Year's will be good.

"Saved by the grace of Elizabeth." I have yet to listen to my St. Rose CD. I will do that tomorrow.

Your past is a part of who you are and what you become. It's unavoidable, obviously. Sometimes I try to avoid it anyways. You can't get away from your past because it's in you.

That Jesus song is insane, really.

I wish I knew what was in everyone else's head. Just for a little bit atleast. I'm tired of mine. Diego is snoring in my lap.

I should think highly of you Auds, and I do. And I will.

I believe everyone is a good person, when you get all the way to the bottom of it. There are just a lot of bad things. I have a lot of those.

Your father is right. It's okay.

I wish everyone's voices cracked forever. The puberty packets you get in middle school are amazing. I wish we got them every year of our lives. They make me laugh.

Thank you for that spontaneous tidbit that rhymes. I wonder what in our brains recognizes other people's voices. Or them, for that matter.

This doesn't happen to be the one where you match people's voices with other's portraits, is it? It is that one, and no, I haven't finished it, that's why I need help.

Waiting is the most frustrating thing, really. It makes things better sometimes. Sometimes it makes things worse. But that's life.

I can't see you being very intentionally rude to anyone other than me, really.

I'm tired of knowing people. I like how The Painted Veil put it. Something along the lines of everything ends up dying regardless. You can't stop it, or if you pretend it's not happening your just going to wake up one morning and they'll be gone and you'll feel even worse because you didn't make the best of the time they had left and that's extremely selfish of you and you didn't even say goodbye but how could you because you couldn't get over there but they are a part of you and you should have been able too, atleast call or something, but somehow you can block out things like that. Too bad it all comes back anyway. It's weird when you look at your present a couple of days ago, and how in retrospect you wish you would have changed them. But that's that.

Things do get better. I just forgot that often they get a lot worse first.

As she heard the noises of the pizza parlor closing up, the skin on the Ticketmaster's forehead turned into the infamous washboard and she looked across at the Ragpicker. "Well, what now?"

The only other dictionary name I can think of is Roget. That's a good idea.

I can't really think of my pet peeves at the moment. You go first. I'm going to go lie down and read or something. This is relatively short, and I apologize, I just don't have much to say. I hope your night is going well. Goodnight.