WTF is up with my dad? The guy’s a lunatic, I swear. He blows up at the drop of a dime and then an hour later tries to do something nice to make up for it. (usually the nice things are so random that they actually do make me forget just how pissed I was) Thinking of this, he needs to realize that one day he’s going to start his routine on the wrong day at the wrong time…and it won’t be so easily forgiven. Let’s take yesterday as an example: My adorable friend Tachelle calls me at 8 am pleading to use a fax machine. Knowing my father has one, I tell her to hold on while I find out if I can use it. So I wake up my dad to ask him and he yells and bitches and complains for over an hour about how I woke him up before 10. :/  He thinks the fact that Tachelle’s dad [who owns HP Performance] needed his racing license within the next 15 min wasn’t a good enough reason to wake him up. [her dad was in another state, idk which one] But yeah, he’s annoying as fuck the majority of the time. When in the car, all he does is complain about SUV’s  being shitty automobiles, drivers being idiots, and how ugly Scions are…while I do agree with these thoughts, he states them constantly EVERY TIME we go somewhere. Wouldn’t you get tired of it? Good God, there’s so much more I could put in here…you don’t even know. D: [maybe you do]

I’m sure many of you have had the same, if not worse, experiences with your parents as I have, what’re your stories?

I’m in my junior year in high school. I have no goals in life, no scholarships, no idea of what I want to do or where I want to go. [college wise] Everyone keeps telling me to take one of those tests that tell you what you’d be interested in. But there’s my problem: I don’t know what path(s) I do and don’t want to take. It’s like I’m a sheep, I just feel better being told what to do and where to go and when to do it.

Another thing I keep hearing is “motivation is the key”…alas, I find another problem. I am difinatly not the most motivated child, in fact if I’m not mistaken, I’m a rather procrastinate individual. I post this under “humor” because I find it funny that so many other kids have the same issue yet I fail to find a resolution…at least at this point in time. [ironically I just realized that environmental protection sounds nice]

Eric…Robin…you two are the coolest people I’ve ever come to know without actually meeting. …<3

So, what’s your favorite:

1. Food?

2. Song?

3. Game?

4. Show/Movie?

5. Colour?

6. Book?

7. Painting?

8. Constellation?

9. Stuffed Animal? [ taxidermy doesn’t count ]

10. Extinct Animal?

11. Non-extinct Animal?

13. Gum?

14. Sports Team?

15. Brand of Clothing?

16. Website?

17. Season?

18. Country?

19. Language?

20. [ You chose the question: Answer it ]

Can’t sleep, it’s like 1:41 right now and I need to wake up for school tomorrow. I can already tell first day’s not going to be the best. Anyone up yet?…like at all?

When someone does read this, here’s something to rack your brain on: What moth do you think I’m talking about?

Today I’m scheduled for my first pap smear…[not too sure if that’s spelled right] My older friends say it sucks, some say it’s just a tidly bit uncomfortable, others ‘it depends on the doctor’. I guess I’ll find out for myself in less than an hour. Strangely, my mother is acting like a giddy school girl about the situation. I think she’s in denial, but that’s ok I still love the woman.

Well, I’m off.

Toodles

[wow, I meant to publish this at like…11 am…well….here it is]

I’m currently bored out of my mind and online…go figure. Right now I’m on my MSN messenger talking to my manly man, Kris, Eric, and possibly an old, lonely man posing as a 16 year old girl. Who knows…

So yeah, I figured I’d make myself a bit more useful and clean the house, but I’m being a lazy American and doing just the opposite. [what else is new] I blame my music. Then again, who can resist the melody of whoever-the-hell I’m listening to [some sort of Russian techno]

Name of song: Kroshka Moya

Eric, you speak Russian….what’s that title mean, if anything?

Damn, I really need more pineapple…  .: End  :.

I’ve never had orgasms so intense as when I’m looking up into the endless night sky through the petals and fronds of my families orchard. Weather it’s the sublime scent of the surrounding blooms or pleasant simplicity of the secluded garden, there’s always this feeling as if the orchard itself is trying to invoke my senses. In the latest hours of the night, far from dusk yet farther, still, from dawn…It never fails. Of course, I’m never visiting my enchanting garden companionless. And it’s not the orchard, alone, that makes me climax to such a level. That would be silly, slightly absurd. I’m sure you’re at that particular level of competence to where you understand what I’m talking about… Though, I still wish I could bring any of you to this place of peace, you’d understand more, I know you would. Then again, maybe some of you have an orchard all your own…