Sunday, 3:33 p.m.   If I Could, Would I? A little girl sits, zoned out, legs hanging over the bed, entranced by the staticky radio. Aah. I think my daddy's taking a nap, Mum's working on a puzzle. Either that or reading a romance novel. I'm cold. Last night was good, despite the feeling of someone dumping bricks into my sinuses, and then jackhammering the shit out of them. I found at least 5 satellites in the night sky, and we made constellations. It's nice being trusted by your parents. I'm not going to have sex with the nearest thing moves if they drop their guard for a second. Really I'm not. I'm kinda saving that for marriage. Or at least age 25. I have a feeling if I had sex now, I'd regret it later, and I hate regrets. The only person I'm out to impress is myself, in the future. And maybe any possible employers. ----------------- 5:37 p.m. It's been a long two hours in this lazy Sunday. ----------------- 7:19 p.m. Baha, it's the holidays and I don't have to go to school 'morrow! Unnng. I miss Sara. You know what else I miss? Clicking the random-diary button and not being afraid of landing on some diary that's chock full of popups and overloads my browser. Not even my handy google pop-up killer can kill them all! Diaries with music should be deleted. I'm serious. I don't care how great your writing is, if you've got music on your diary, my respect for you is zero. Also diaries with colours that would put a weaker person than me into an epileptic seizure. I just twitch a bit, no seizuring, but if I were less strong, I would probably fall into an epilepsy attack or something. I'm afraid of the random button. ----------------- 8:56 p.m. 12 hours of consciousness. ----------------- 9:01 p.m. I was eating dinner tonight, pasta, and a noodle slipped off my fork and fell down my shirt, right into the nonexistant cleavage(that's why it kept falling, nothing to stop it). Pervert noodle! Thing! It was slimy, and I said "ewwwww!" a lot. I just thought you should know.