Oh, and I just had to share that I’ve been meditating over the cover of my Cruel Intentions DVD that’s been sitting by my computer since me and Christine’s movie marathon…and Ryan Philippe is soooooo hot. All these people with alabaster skin…it’s just so weird. It’s like they are perfect. I wonder if they’re perfect in real life or if it’s just the makeup.

OMG OMG OMG OMG I just made the coolest buttons. I made a lot, but only printed out ten or so of the best, although I think I’m only going to make five or so into buttons. Molly is going to love my buttons, they’re so irreverent. And it’s now 10:55. I haven’t even brushed my teeth. I’m so tired. I think I’m going to go fetch my PJs from the dryer, brush my teeth, and go to bed…although I have a sinking feeling that I should have gotten something done tonight…oh yeah the art paper. Eh, I’ll try to work on it tomorrow. Buttons! Yay…I can’t wait until tomorrow.

I have such mixed feelings about today–it is horrible. I spent the first half lost in ennui…but then I saw Molly going into the Drfit office. We hung out for a while, then she went to her office and I followed…we were putting these binders that were in the Drfit office into this bookcase near her office. Anyway, she took her button maker into the Drift office, and was going to show me how to use it, but she had this meeting with Josh. Josh apparently went frickin’ psycho! He did all this crazy stuff and needlessly hurled all these random, hurtful insults at Molly. I only experienced it vicarously…but it was horrible. The Drift meeting and everything swallowed another thirty or so minutes. We all tried our best to console Molly and tell her that all the stuff Josh said (i.e. that the whole staff didn’t like her [total lie]). After the meeting, Molly took me to Rite-Aid to get me a wrist brace. That’s why I can type posts now! Yay! Of course, she will “extort” hours and hours of layout from me, but I don’t mind at all. I can actually work on my website now! Well anyway, English was actually somewhat edifying, Mr. Letko gave me a good topic for my research paper: smoking. I was in such a good mood, and apparently was the Art Nazi. She let me turn in my art paper late…well I haven’t turned it in yet, but like I’m going to do it tomorrow. While we ditched art, Daniela, Selena, and I walked to Gas 4 Less for Selena to buy Daniela cigarettes. We had such a good conversation. When we got back, Selena had to go, but Daniela and I had this amazingly uber-great super-cute conversation. Daniela completely inspired me to go to New York this summer, even if I am just going to sit inside while it snows. I don’t care what my mom says, I’m just going to hop on the bus if I want to go to Manhattan. I didn’t get to go to the Met or the Museum of Modern Art last time, and I was angry, but this time I’ll be 18 and they won’t be able to say anything. I’m going to wear whatever I want…I’m sick of my mom going “you can’t wear [insert accessory/makeup] while you’re here.” I never let her control me to a large extent, but this time I’m going to start dressing normally. I think the red fishnets will be a big hit. And I’ll pretend I have a girlfriend, which will make anything my grandparents say completely judgemental…which it would be anyway…but they are from another era, so I’ll give them their prejudices [my avid readers, ask me to elaborate on this, it's funny], it’s not their fault they grew up in the stone age. I’m dreaming of a killer outfit tomorrow, I hope it will work. I’ve been scoping out this kilt on utilikilts…it’s so uber-fashionable, but I so don’t have any money. I think I’m going to send all my relatives letters or something so they remember my birthday. But I’ll have to ask which ones have arthritis and can’t write me back. If only they knew I was spending their hard-earned money on fashion…well I do buy books…but I spend the most on fashion. I don’t get how kilts are so expensive…I mean you’d think it’s less material then pants…but I guess the world is cracked out like that. I should be doing my art paper, she said she’d accept it late, but I can never concentrate with my dad and his stupid TV blasting crap at my ears, and the computer in here is very ghetto. I’m going to have to do it Friday…or maybe in the library tomorrow. I’ve been bursting with button ideas…after I finish this I’m going to make some in Macromedia Flash. It’s such a great program. Well, this post is getting encyclopedia-sized, so I’d better go.

“By morality the individual is taught to become a function of the herd, and to ascribe to himself value only as a function….Morality is the herd instinct in the individual.”

–Nietzsche

Yay! Yay! Yay! I’m manic today, and I’ll explain later. I’m actually typing this because Molly got me a brace, yay yay yay. I need to finish this post later because I just sent my high school graduation pictures that I just got to my mom via e-mail. I’ve got to call her and go “they look so cool!” and then she will go “yeah!” and I’ll go “yay!” so yea.