Lords Of Acid - Sit On Your Face
Placebo - You Don’t Care About Us
Marilyn Manson - Long Hard Road Out Of Hell

I explained my kilt obsession to my mother, she scorned it. Poophead. She should be smacked in the face with a big stinky salmon for being so closed-minded. I dyed my trenchcoat, it came out beatifully and gloriously black! I had tripled the amount of dye to be sure my trenchcoat would be dyed, so I had a whole washing machine full of black, so I threw in a bunch of things I had that I had wanted black for awhile, they should be finishing sometime soon. I need to write my philosophy paper, it’s due tomorrow morning. I did read the chapter earlier today–actually I think I’m going to do it, I’ve been procrastinating for too long with all this dye crap. Oh, I got my allowance so now I can get my dad to take me to Ben Franklin and get canvases. Yay for art! And my stupid ID hasn’t shown up yet. Grr.

“What do you despise? By this are you truly known.”
–Frank Herbert

I went outside to read, and this kinda cute dude came over to me and asked me if I knew if mushrooms grew in the cow fields around here, it was weird. I saw Molly, she said she’d teach me how to use her button maker tomorrow. TOMORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY!!!! YAY! My evil grandmother gave me $100, and my grandpa gave me $20, so all I need is $55 to get my kilt!!! English was so strange, there were only like five people there…I feel so responsible, and I feel like I’m actually going to pass! It’s so cool. Art was so boring, Daniela didn’t show up so Selena and I ended up leaving to go hang out outside. I couldn’t wait to get home so I could dye my trenchcoat, I got the color remover thingy today, so I’m doing it now. You have to wash the item before you take the color out, so I’m washing it now. My dad is making dinner, and I’m so happy because I almost have enough money for the kilt I want. Here’s the pic of the kilt I want: picture Here is the website where you can see lots of views of it, click on the buttons under ‘black’. Interactive kiltness. Anyway, I’m so happy today. I hope to write my philosophy paper later today, and I’m so happy that Molly gave me the key to the office. With my nap, I’m actually awake for my classes! Yay! Well, I think the washing machine just stopped, must add the color remover.

> Placebo - Haemoglobin

I think I’m going to voyage out to the lawn by the drift office and read my philosophy book. I think I’m going to read a chapter ahead, I’m sick of this procrastination. And Molly, I really want to learn how to use your button maker! I’m dying for my “I’m blogging this” button. And I love this quote:

“If you can’t say anything good about someone, sit right here by me.”
–Alice Roosevelt Longworth

> Linkin Park - Session
> Rob Dougan - Furious Angels (instrumental mix)
> Deftones - Lucky You
> Team Sleep - The Passportal

Wrote Amy an e-mail before I left the library this morning, then I saw her in the lounge. I swear, writing e-mails to people you see every day is an exercise in futility. I haven’t seen Daniela yet, but when art time rolls around I’ll probably spot her. I miss her Daniela-ness :(. Well anyway, last night was so cool, I talked for like three hours to this dude from Eureka, he was so cool! He wears black, and wears kilts. Drool. He was the most affable person I’ve met in a while. He completely convinced me to get a kilt. I’m so saving now. I’m going to get one with my birthday money if there’s enough. I love utilikilts, I’ll put a link to the picture of the one I want later today, I’m in the library and it would be a little weird to be browsing kilts when I’m supposed to look like I’m doing work. I love blogging. Nobody would think in a million years, looking at me diligently typing away, that I was wasting time.

Got back from Slave Mart a few minutes ago, I paid in nickels and dimes, it was great. I console myself this way, because even though I’m supporting Slave Mart’s axis of evil, I’m slowly but surely eating away at their profits because I’m holding up lines. I got another two packets of black dye, two packets of color remover (I think that’ll be enough), another package of hooks for the christmas lights, and two bottles of black nail polish (I was on my last bottle). I went looking for shot glasses (for my birthday party) but they didn’t have any. I was all…what is this world coming to if one can’t get shot glasses at frickin’ Slave Mart? It’s crazy. Now the only things on my to-get list are shot glasses, a canvas, black hemp, a pentagram necklace (one of my “friends” stole my last one), and some spikes for my wrist brace. Some of this stuff I have to get online, and I can only ostensibly spend $15 a week, since my dad will start wondering how I’m getting all this money if I spend more. I think he already wonders, that strand of lights was $5, but I told him it was really cheap to make him think I just scrounged up change to get it, which is exactly what I did.

Last weekend was fun. I went over to Danielle’s on Saturday, and Christine was there. I didn’t intend to spend the night but we all got so caught up in having fun that I completely didn’t want it to end. Christine, me, and Danielle’s brother Chris went and walked around the nature trail at like 12:00. It was so creepy, but Christine had the flashlight, I had a baseball bat, and Chris had his slingshot, so we would have easily dispatched any angry bums…unless they were on angel dust. Then we went and played baseball in the high school parking lot at like 1AM, it was so funny, it was so dark we could barely see the ball, but it was fun anyway. The next day we went and played on the high school’s football field.

I’m in this weird haze today…I don’t know what it is. I should probably start on my philosophy paper, it is due tomorrow.

“He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.”

–Friedrich Nietzche

Just woke up from my nap, I’m sufficiently exhausted, I got to sleep at two last night, it’s a long story. I had a dream that I was smoking, it was strange. I discovered another thing I hate about my dad. This morning when we were driving into town, I tried to turn up the heat and all he did was turn it off. The car was the temperature of the outside, and he would just turn off the heat the second I turned it on. I was all: what the fuck? You piece of shit. I am fucking cold. If you want to buy me a warm jacket, go the fuck ahead, but I am damn cold and I’m going to put the fucking heat on! I hate him so much. But my nap was theraputic.

“Anything too stupid to be said is sung.”
–Voltaire