>Marilyn Manson - Antichrist Superstar

My mom came home from the first day at her job, I’d just finished packing. We went out and got my Sudafed, but I got the wrong kind, u have to take it every 4-6 hours instead of the 12 hour. Fuck. My mom got my traveling money at the bank, then we had some cake, and she was beginning to get hysterical, but I told her to save it for tomorrow. She’s acutally going to have to cope with the fact that I’m going to be an adult. This is going to be insanely, hugely, grandiosely hilarious. I wish I had a video camera. I found this piece of paper in my room on which I’d written “buy rainbow flag”, that reminded me that I wanted one. Unfortunately, the only ones I found were like, two feet by three feet, which was lame. I might try to find one later tonight, but I think I’m gonna see if I can go downstairs and watch Will & Grace or some other sitcom. Hmm, Mindy just came online, is she going to talk to me? Nope. How lame.

>Covenant - Dead Stars

I’m pissed that I can’t take any of my clothes on the plane because they have spikes (they don’t draw blood, they’re not sharp) and safety pins on them. I’m putting in my suitcase an 8.5″x11″ of this quote: “They that give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.” –Benjamin Franklin. If the FBI detains me for that, I’ll know this country has officially gone insane.

Eiffel 65 - Your Clown
L7 - Shove

I had this really disturbing dream last night, I thought I should write it down. It starts out at the kitchen table at Grandma and Grandpa’s house. Them, me, and my mom are eating, and we’re having conversation. Then we’re talking about potatoes, and my mom says something that I don’t think is right about their origin, I say that they came from England as well as Ireland. Then my grandma starts getting all weepy about the people that died in the great potato famine, and she says I don’t care about them. I say that I do, but that it doesn’t matter, we’re talking about the origins of potatoes, not the great potato famine. The situation escalates to a fever pitch until I’m flipping off my grandpa and my grandma is screaming THEY DIED THEY DIED SO YOU COULD HAVE POTATOES, or something like that, this continues for a while. I run from the table down the hall into my room, which was like much bigger, and towards the end of the dream turned into a Holodeck. Kelly and some guy was there, we talked for a while. There were some books, I picked one up, it was called Goth something, and there were pictures of very stylish goths. There was a third guy sitting on the floor, he kind of looked like a combination of Royce and this friend of Kelly’s that kept trying to feel Lacey up. The person like, had underwear outside of his pants somehow, althout he was wearing pants. Like, he was touching around there, and I looked at him like, you weirdo, this is the public, then he like exposed himself, and I quickly looked away. Then the other guy that wasn’t sitting down killed Kelly and morphed (from someone who kind of looked like Dan) to this 40-ish really white muscular guy. He said something menacing, then I ended up having sex with him to defeat him. Then the door opened to the room and twenty or so people came in, I turned off the lights with my mind, and it was dark, and all I could see was their shadows. They had flashlights, and they were looking for me. The guy with me had devolved into this reptilian looking thing that was attached to a chest/torso thing. It was really weird. Then I woke up.

>Rammstein - Du Hast
>Deftones - Teenager

Well yesterday my mom said that after she had a nap, that we’d go get the mailing tube. What really happened is after her nap we went to the beauty supply at Tonnelle Plaza (I got some cool hairspray), the party store (I got this iron cross gothic pendant) and PathMark at Edgewater. Staples was closed, unfortunately, so I couldn’t get my mailing tube. Today we’re supposed to go and get it. After that, we went over to Aunt Anna’s with the fruit tart and flowers we’d got her at PathMark. Aunt Anna was grating cheese with a food processor, the house smelled very cheesy, but it went away after a while. It was a good visit, and Uncle Pat (he has dimentia) didn’t ask me a million times if I wanted a beer this time. Aunt Anna is so nice, she slipped me $100 as I was walking out the door, I was so embarrassed. I think I might save this money. I’m going to open a bank account when I get back, I wonder how much I have to deposit, hmm. Oh, I could check Bank Of America’s website. I think I’m going to do that. Well anyway, there was this violent thunderstorm, with some really loud thunder that started after we got there, when we were driving home there were some half-flooded roads and stuff. I went down to wash my clothes after I tested out my hairspray (it had very good hold), and my mom actually made some progress toward resolution of her issues. It was personal, so I can’t write it here, but it had to do with her ex-husband (my dad). Well, that’s about it, I just got up a while ago, I carted my clothes up into my room to sort out and pack. I just wrote Alexis an e-mail, she wanted my number. I’m starting an HTML version of my website, I really like it. The only Flash component is the navigation bar at the top of the page, so far. Cool, I only need $300 to start an account at Bank Of America. Well, I’m going to work a little on my website, take a shower, pack, and hope I’m done by the time my mom gets home. She’s at her first day at her job, I hope it goes well.