I'm sure this is riddled with typos and grammatical errors.

Hi! Back to regularly scheduled blogging.

I think this is a first because I don't actually have anything to complain about. (Shortly after I typed that, actually, I saw some bitch on MySpace begging people to "whore" her, proving to the general public once again that there is always, always, ALWAYS something to complain about)

Contrary to popular belief, there are quite a few people that I like. And I think when I meet a new person it is more likely that I'll like them than dislike them. In accordance with the previous statement, I have also been pleasantly surprised numerous times with people who initially got on my last nerves (however, the reverse is also true, which is to be expected).
But, in general, I know some lovely people. My best friend is a beautiful person inside and out, my cousin is a completely hilarious gem of a person, my close friends are so much fun to be around, and there are quite a few people who I just met (or started talking to a lot more than I used to) who I think are awesome. I like hanging out with Zeke a lot, he's hilarious and adorable, and I can't wait until September when I get to be homeless/have one big consecutive sleepover party with Dave Gunn <3.
I also had a really nice conversation via AIM with Roper last night (I hope he doesn't read this and think I'm weird for talking about him in my blog) about how awkward the human race is. It was cool talking to him outside of a party where we're making fun of whatever movie we're watching; he's really insightful and cool.

I had a bizarre anxiety dream last night about Whole Foods.
Mary and I were in the restaurant for some reason. I think I remember her forcing me to go there in an earlier part of the dream. I had my hood pulled over my head to obscure my face and was trying to hide myself with my hands. We weren't even eating, we were just sitting there. I really felt close to crying because I was so scared of someone seeing me. So, then, finally Mary says it's okay to leave (I still don't know the point of sitting in there) so we dash out so the manager doesn't see me, and South Street is completely dead. So we start walking down 10th street and we run in to some people. I turn around and everyone's gone except for one girl I remember meeting once. She started yelling at me and calling me a cunt for not going to her father's funeral. I tried apologizing, saying that I didn't know anything about it and, had she told me, I would have gone (like I said, I met her once in real life and don't even have her number) just to comfort her. But then she keeps raging at me and trying to hit me, yelling at me for not going to this funeral. I remember thinking that I should feel scared, but all I kept thinking about was how guilty I felt for not going to that funeral.
Feel free to analyze that how you may.

Also, I started working as a teacher at Moonstone preschool last week. I think I have found my niche.
I also started an apprenticeship with my friend Amber who runs PheaJean, which is this adorable line of accessories she makes. She taught me how to use a sewing machine. Not just how to use it, but how to use it WELL. I made an adorable headband that has a big orange flower with a big blue button in the middle. It makes me smile when I look at it.

Please ignore how tired I look. I hadn't slept in about 35 hours at the point that this had been taken.

And on that note, I am going to nap and do battle with the demons known as the Common Cold.

I love you. <3


P.S. If there is any one thing I suggest blowing all of your money on, it is a hammock. We recently got one in our front room by the windows. It is huge and comfy and bright orange and amazing for taking naps in.