I seem to have hurt my right eye. For the past three days it has hurt every time I blink. It is not red, glassy, swollen, or irritated-looking.

I think I scratched it in my sleep. If so, it's probably abraded, so I'll have to wear a patch for a couple of days to let the cut heal.

Yarrr.

hmmm

I'm thinking about doing a Noir fandub.

I got a letter from my aunt today.

It's a typed-up, printed-out, very pissy response to a fight we had almost two months ago. Evidently now we have to fight about the fight.


*crawls back in bed with Kleenex*

"It's called a cruel irony....like my dependence on YOU."

Hehe, it's sad. I always want to be one of the guys until I'm reminded of just how disgusting guys really are.

Guys in groups revert to horny-twelve-year-old-virgin-who-just-found-daddy's-porn-magazine types way too quickly.

And it just makes me want to destroy them.

Pictures with vibes

I can't help it. This picture=Incubus' Aqueous Transmission. If you doubt me, go commandeer the song by whatever means you deem suitable now.

Planed!

Why is it that the night before a plane flight I rarely ever get a chance to sleep?

This time around I blame the three-inch thick knot on my lower back that spans from hip to hip.
Between that and my right knee feeling like it should remind me what it felt like to be twelve years old again?

Bah. Three hours of sleep. At least the damn plane flight is 12 hours long.

I love you guys. I destroy my body and soul to get to you.

There had better be tea. You have been warned.

::EDIT BEFORE FLIGHT::
Okay, so it's more like six hours. So sue me.

Oh, and here's a new word.

"Unfortudence." I swear you said that, Ian. I swear.

I quit.

And the planning for the trip on the 11th begins. Is summer really half over already?

Goals for tomorrow:
1) Make flourless chocolate cake (for the sole purpose of making flourless chocolate cake)

2) Make potato bread (to make up for the lack of flour in the chocolate cake)