So; I haven't written an actual entry in a long time. It's been kind of odd, because I can't really throw up an entire sentance about how my day has been and etc. I can't even take pictures that well either. Basically, now, my life consists of sitting in front of the computer, talking with Joe about his cat, my grandfather; one that i love because he tries to kill cats, and gardening. I've been doing a lot of gardening lately; it's maddness in itself. I mean seriously. I SPEND THREE HOURS A DAY sitting in the dirt. I sit in the dirt, dig up tubers, avoid wasps, and not talk. I am an old lady in a girls body, i swear. It's like this new fasinastion that's got me entirely randy about life or something. My life is nothing but; my camera, gardening and and... uhh, Joe I suppose. Because we talk about pets together, and we talk about tit sex, and it makes life so much better. here is my example of tit sex; as quoted by joe. "Alone in your presence, by your bedside...Christ, I fucking hate you... says: then the penis goes inbetween and the boobs are pressed against it and i slide in and out" pretty funny, i think. I really want to move out. I think It would be a lot easier for me, because then i wouldn't need excuses for not talking a lot. I could sit in my lovely home, with my lovely bean bag chair and read my lovely books about this guy that masturbates and a chick with hair. (no shit, eh?) But honestly, what is this about tit sex? Weirdest thing i've heard all day. but not. Today, i told my guitar teacher, i was avoiding talking to anyone in my home. Because my mothers getting moody and depressed and my brother has HOROMONES. Fun. Then, he asked me if i wanted a hug. A HUG. FROM DARRYL. He's a construction worker, 26, and the least concieded person i have met in the last two years. So; i made up some rad excuse how i couldnt be touched, he provoked me, and i got all shifty and shit. But, right now. I have more things to worry about besides some caring(ew)beast of a 26 year old. LIKE: a) my science project on cygus that adrienne and i never presented b) my other science project that I have to do, on account of adriennes in barrhead. c) learn a whole musical theater song; that I HAVE TO SING, for cailtins. d) have to learn another song(entire) for musical theater. but this time. i have to dance. e) MATH. That's a story in itself. f) trying to not mutate. LET ME ELABORATE ON MUTATION: On friday (or whatever the fuck day it was) I hung out with Adrienne, and Kirsten. No biggie. But then; some how. I got stuck hanging out with crazy, creepy Karin, Amy Jackson, Julia McCully and Sevanne. Now, this isn't normal. These people are the preppiest of preps. Except for sevanne. shes just a grease, acne filled slut. No exceptions. But, as it happened, Karin got a popsicle. It ended up being circumsiced, dont ask. AND IT WAS A JEWISH POPCICLE. I mean, what the hell. But anyways, life was good when it was awkward. It may have made Kandice hate me, but we always get over it. Life has been awkward. and I do not want tomove onto highschool. I do not want to grow up. And I will not let myself.