Giving in.

OK so make a plan. Phone someone. Stop sitting there and while you’re at it put on some clothes. Wipe that tear from your cheek. And smile - a really big one. Show teeth and everything.

At least stop playing sad music. Open the window or maybe just the blinds. All right you can go back to the TV but this time put on an uplifting movie - that one that always makes you laugh.

Yeah I guess it is getting kind of late. Actually most people haven't even started dinner yet. Yeah I guess getting some extra hours of sleep would do you good. Goodnight.

It's broken

I changed my blog template and was all proud of it and then I clued in that it's Joe's already! A person tries to be unique in this small world but it just doesn't work...I'm sure he doesn't mind...

Anywho, it's hot and I live in an apartment building and it's hot. I cooked a spaghetti squash tonight. That's right. I turned the oven up to 350 because I thought the apartment needed to be just a tad hotter. I haven't eaten it or anything it's just sitting on top of the stove now. I thought about eating it but instead I had two plums, two peaches and a few cheese flavoured popcorn bits...

Ummm what else. I moved my room around on Saturday or Sunday...I can't remember. That was hard work...but I haven't actually put all the stuff back on my bookshelf...so I can't reach my closet...or my mirror or my bookshelf...and there are books in the hallway.

Wow, so I'm one of those girls who talks about their day on their blog and they think they sound really cool but they're actually being boring and pathetic. See that's why I used to write random, cryptic stuff on my blog. But, really, how many people read my blog? I'm going to say...5...at the most...I guess I don't mind sounding boring to 5 people. If I start dating Prince William and suddenly people care about who I am I'll go back to being cryptic.

Well I'm glad we've figured that all out.

When will I be cured?

I keep dreaming about you...

Anyway.


Lying in the only hotel bed left in Lethbridge with eyes wide open. Hotrods are drag racing in the nearby streets and it's passed my bed time. As I cling to the left side of the king sized bed I put my headphones on and listen to music on shuffle but it doesn't drown out the engines or my dad snoring - he happens to be clinging to the right side of the same bed. As I grab hold of an extra pillow and try to magically morph it into my teddy and you, I guess I eventually fall asleep.