Back..

Hello my ducklings! I am back! Rejoice! By order of me! Rejoice! Happier! Stop frowning you!

I'm slightly manic. I am back from Canadia and slept for pretty much the whole of today, as 36 hours sin sleep will do. And I'm starving cos it's supposed to be dinner time now, even though I had dinner already, but that was more a late lunch cos nobody except me wanted lunch when we got home and therefore I wasnt allowed eat. Cos my family are fascists like that.

I bought the most gooooorgeous oldy worldy diary in Indigo (my favourite shop in the Eaton Centre, cos I bought nine, yes nine books there, and a week planner cos it was cute, and I had to hold myself back from getting more, but they didn't have Looking for Alaska which is just gay, and they only had 2 Abundance of Katherines, which is also gay, but I also got me a stack of Maureen Johnson books, they look well good... this is a very long parenthesis..) But yes the point of that is I'll be using it (however infrequently) as a diary over the summer, as I obviously won't have full time internet access for bloggage, so I'm going to write them down and blog them later, or else stuff that I can't blog about, cos people read this or whatever.






I'm tired. Tiredness blows things out of proportions.


But this is like a bad dream.


That's how sad I am, I have youtube-based bad dreams.

Also the fact that nobody is taking this as seriously as I am.

It IS serious. It IS.





Fuck.