Ho hum, hum ho
I should have updated a long time ago...

Blargh.  Everyone's pairing up again.  And I haven't chatted with Lemony or Terka in too long.  Loosing touch with reality.

Sanity's returning, and it's no fun.  I want my delusions back.

One of my favorite pictures from Israel.

Also, this...

The kid is Markle, my brother.  We make quite a pair.

Spring Convention?  Awesome.  Spring Fling?  Awesome.  NERUSY '09 Barbeque?  Upcoming.  Life?  Complete.

Boys?  Difficult.  Sexuality?  Unsure, not worried.  Bitch levels?  High.  Reason?  None.

Friends?  Too much work.  School?  Never-ending work.  Life?  Hard.

Oh, woah is me.  I'm happy right now.  It feels weird.  I need to clean my room.  I'm not swimming at the party tomorrow, due to the six hours I'll have already spent in the pool.  I'll take pictures instead.

I feel like a fool.  Keep ya posted.

Strangeness level is rising uncontrollably.  IT'S OVER 9000!!!

Good day, and good Shabbos.

I leave for Spring Convention in three minutes.  Happy joyousness!

I can't wait to see Rafi, and Stevie, and Charles, and Yona, and Micah, and Harris, and Sara, and Ben, and EVERYONE!  And what's more, I'll live with them all for three days.  YAY!

Love till I return.

Something's wrong.  Many things are wrong.  And that project isn't doing itself.  And why aren't the AP Chem kids stressing out?  The Bios are going insane.  You guys only have ONE DAY more than us.  That's not enough time to make up for an entire year of memory issues.

The sky is falling, and the rain's ground is soggy, and so's my blankie, oh woa is meeeeee...

Red and black and white painters are masquerading with the daisies who know enough to find they're having a splendid tea break.  Meanwhile, a huffy elephant is stealing glances at the fauna that has plundered his condo.  The pumpkin heads squeal with merriment.

Parfois j'aimerais mourir pour plus jamais te voir...

My back is the color of a hungry strawberry.  A fastidious, hungry strawberry.  Named Maureen.

I like watching Robbie Williams strip.  Watch the video for "Rock DJ."  But if you're not into gore, you should probably stop as soon as he's butt-naked.

You see the trouble with you is there's no trouble with you.  So when you say that you love me, that stops me lovin' you.  There's no you in tomorrow, a better offer came through.

Cynical is a state of being.  So is cow-patty.

Argh!  Slow down, life!  Especially you, you pesky AmThought.  Don't think I don't see what you're trying to do!

Something happy to think about: AB is in eight days!  Other than that, very little comes to mind.

Just keep singing, people.  And passing your Bio tests.  That too.

I missed this.  Having a place to live, you know?  Where you can talk about yourself and nobody thinks "Oh, she only cares about herself."  I guess I just ruined that, but, really.

I'm big on the expression.  Mostly the chance to fully explain yourself, to create an argument of feeling so intense as to sway others, and yet so insignificant as to disappear at the first opportunity.  Remember yesterday?  I don't.

I guess I'm rambling.  I guess I should go sleep.  I guess my french paper should have been longer.  But I made it into AP, so nyeh.

Speaking of AP, I wonder how little PMB thinks of me right now.  She and Svetlana should have an "I hate my dumb underling named Pika" party, where they can rant about how much I bring down the system.

I miss Manuel.  All else pales in comparison to my desire to be with him again.

I also miss Allie.  And Christina.  And Edwina.  I wish I could pull them back into my life.

Wishes are for fishes.  I wish I was a fishy in the sea, 'cause a fishy's really squishy.

Don't steal my lyrics.  Or do.  There's very little to stop you from doing so.

It's about 28 hours past bedtime.  Have a fabulous evening.