My eyeballs are a little in pain still. But hey, just call me four eyes from now on. I can legitimately people watch! A lot of people know how exciting that is for me.

Now I need to set up my interviews and appointment for my license.
Then get my beloved car. Join the rest of the working world.

Holy God - I will never get over Tom's gay voice. Or his laugh.
Lawlawlawlawlawlawlawlawl.

I'm going to go see my favorite boy :D

Stressed. Excited. Nervous to the point of puking.

This is a good feeling.
I'm going to go throw up.

I just want a kissssss.

Last night was really fun.
I need more of my nights with Indian Bananas.

I'm going to make today interesting - fuck the rest.

"Christopher Jordan Wilkinson - You're playing DDR with Mick right now and I'm finding you pretty darn cute. The faces you make when you're trying to concentrate (mixed with the fact that you are trying to concentrate on something as funny as DDR with nerdy Mickey) makes my heart vomit a tiny bit. But it vomits good things, not half digested food mixed with stomach acid like my tum does. My heart vomits kisses and little baby hearts and confetti and christmas candy and rainbow easter eggs and chocolate milk. That's how you make me feel baybee. Now to spin this bitch, I'm going to get sappy on you. Not tree sap - vag sap. My secretions, I'm going to get them on you. Slob on that knob. Your knob. Just joking. We don't do that. We make good ol' sweet baby makin' love. And it's rays of the white light from heaven spotlighting on our nekkid bodies when we get on down between the bed sheets. I'm going to close that door now however, because what I have for you is a little more than that beautiful bliss of attraction towards your handsome face you god damn stud. Your heart and mind are the most wonderful things I've ever come across. This is srs. I treasure the shit out of you. Not literal shit, more like proverbial. So pleeze never shit on me. Save your butthole for the cakez. For my birthday cake. December eighth two thousand nine. Twenty one yearz old and then you and I can go to bars together! And dance! I love the way you dance. Even though it's super goofy and not at all smooth (or maybe it's too smooth? :D) I'm just a tiny bit proud to get dibz on you. Yur mai varry fayvurettez boi ohn dis plahnit. Don't see that changing any time soon. The day it doesn't feel good to plant those big old nig lips of yours straight on my mouth is the day I plug up my vagina and become a nun forever and ever. Never stop calling me Stine either. Warms up my little heart organ every time."

^And there's the shape of true love ladies and gentlemen.

I have a door knob sized bruise on my hip. I will slaughter the little man called Jared Dante Wangenstein. There's money on that muhfuk'n promise. Recording music with him when he drinks FAILS every time. I have a few short term goals for the next few days.

Today

- Mawm's house.

- Netflix.

- Bath with my new sci-fi book.

- Cheesecake.

- Rocky Road milkshake.

- Spinach and mozzarella raviollis.

- Brush my hair.

- Make a resume.

- Craigslist. A lot.

Future

- Get good at DDR.

- Finish recording.

- Finish the Daniel Johnston Documentary.

- Watch the other two documentaries.

- Finalize moving plans.

- Spend a whole day on the prowl for a money making scheme/job.

- Find a way not to miss my boyfriend.

Ready. Set. Go.

Fuck it.
I'm going to the hospital.

I want melted string cheese.

I like waking up early. Well - it took a few times to actually stay awake.
Today is a day to be awake for.

I've only got one child to watch and hang out with - therefor it's going to be actually really fun.
Making a trip to Border's to buy her a new comic book. Purchase myself a new journal. I'm tired of writing music on napkins and paper bags. Picnic lunch. Then about that time the other one should be done with cheerleading practice. Craft store for sewing supplies and indian ink for my tattoo. Entertain the twerps for a little longer, cut my hair, then get drunk. Oh shoot, laundry. That fits in there somewhere.

On the music side, we're going to be making videos. We also have a really good idea for if we ever perform. I need to finish my solo song, then we're doing 8ish more. Then we choose a selection. Then photos, and publicity. Though I'm pretty sure anyone who comes into contact with Jared has heard our music before. But we're really on a good track - further yet we're progressing like hell. It also helps that I love my Jerd and Jordan Indian Bananas. So much in fact that our logo will be just a drawing of them licking my clit.

On the boy front - it's very interesting. It's also now public. Half of me is excited about that, other half is just.. really protective of him. He needs it. Sure, he's 6'1" and has a voice to rival Barry White. Has the capablities to become violent with MASS-ACRE tattooed on his knuckles. He's surprisingly not made of steel though behind that beard. He falls asleep to Led Zeppelin. He would have sex with George Clooney. There might only be one person out there in the world that would understand the huge meaning behind both of those reasons. This paragraph could go on forever.

Let's see what a shower can do for me.

Let me tell you, I have been pretty happy with life.
I have felt and am continuing to feel absolutely healthy.
Truthfully, I have had one sad day since I chose a different lifestyle for myself.
That right there, gives me the concrete evidence that I'm doing what I need in my life.

I think I've found someone as fun as I'm finding myself to be.
He laughs every 30 seconds - makes me laugh every 31 seconds.
Holds me all night. Allllll night. I don't have to spoon him!
His voice is amazingly funny/comforting.
Did I mention he makes me laugh?

Chances are this will crash and burn.
This is way too nice though to worry about that.

I have my two families, my music and my friends.
I also have to take a shower.

Oregon Ducks - you're really blowing tonight.