Fill Me With Drugs

No, don't actually, that's what I've been doing to myself the last few days.

Anyway, if you want to know what I'm doing right now, I'm discussing the different types of duck crossing signs you can find. Jealous much? Yes you are.

The last three days have really for the most part sucked. Monday wasn't soo bad, I suppose, as CAitlin stopped by with custard and moe custard, and vitamin water. Most of which is gone, except for about half of the Higbee's, but I think mother is sneaking into that anyway. I've been dying to get into the Ramen that Elizabeth got me, but I can't chew yet, and I don't like having those noodles all down my throat, because it feels weird, and I end up coughing them up and pulling an eight-foot noodle straight out of my throat, and no one wanted to know that, but I shared it anyway. Right. So then. And Tuesday just sucked, it was the worst, I didn't want to see or do anything or anyone. And then today was a little better, I slept until nearly 3 pm, which in my mind is pathetic, and then woke for a bit and took another kip right after MacGyver. Then I woke up, and ran away from home. Okay, I just took a walk to Clague, but it was sooo nice to be out of my house. Only on the way I had to pass a hoarde of mosh-pitting teens with my gerbil mouth, which was atrocious enough to make them halt their little punk-fest and gawk at me. How positively embarrasing. Anyway, so I got to the park, and jeff met me, and we swung on the swings and otherwise had a delightful time, until mother decided that being out meant i might spontaneaously combut, and requested my return home. But almost as soon as I got there, I left again, and met up Sean and a little later Caitlin and we enjoyed a rousing game of frisbee, which was only deadly for one member of the trio- myself. Caitlin (who was tossing to Sean) managed to smack me in the eye, but better that than the cheeks.

And now here I am. Alone and with new-found pain in my cheeks, eagerly anticpating the definition of "butt-tickler".

Funny. I'm scarred for life now.

Erg, yes. And now I have wonderful plans for friday, which I was originally bummed about, because the bocfoc olympics fell through. But yeah, anyone who wants to catch Johny Depp... I mean, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory... with Scott and I, you are totally welcome. Also, if any of you BOCFOC people read this, you are also welcome to go with me to Columbus on Monday, to see Meggie, my favourite anti-social pal.

Fuck, my sinuses hurt. I'm leaving now.