February 24, 2002 :: 12:47 a.m.
it has two stomachs, also
Heh. I am amused. I got a Google hit off of "zelda p o r n." I'm not quite sure why porn was spaced like that, though. Someone wanted some Link/Zelda action, which I can understand, but sorry guy (or girl), you're not going to find it here.
My mother made a cake for her friend's birthday. It was sitting on a plate on top of the refrigerator, for safekeeping. Mason opened the fridge and CRASH! SPLAT! the plate and the cake hit the floor. The plate broke into three pieces and the cake landed icing-side-down. My mom was not pleased. She resigned herself to having no cake, since it was late and we didn't have another mix, and went to bed. I was bored, so I ventured to Giant and bought a box of cake mix and a container of chocolate icing. You see, I am feeling helpful and have no life, so I'm in the process of "rebuilding" her cake.
I'm watching a show about two-headed animals. Rather, Mason is. At the moment I'm witnessing a man with his collection of two-headed turtles. I've also seen a two-headed dog and a two-headed pig. Oh, and now there's a two-headed snake. I don't see the point of this. It's a novelty, I guess.
I started one of my books this afternoon - South of the Border, West of the Sun - and finished it around nine. I gave Adam a call when I was done, because you know, I wanted to. I've been in a bit of a foul mood all day, and I thought talking to him would cheer me up, but unfortunately it just made me feel worse. What with him being at school and all, sometimes I get the feeling that I'm not really a part of his world, his life; at least, not as integral a part as the people who are there with him. I know it's a foolish thing to think - I mean, I see him often enough, considering. I have no solid reason to assume that I'm not important to him; quite the opposite, actually. I have the most perfect, ideal relationship you would ever run across, honestly. But you see, I'm a horribly over-sensitive, insecure little bugger and I get these ideas in my head from time to time. It's inexplicable. This particular issue, however, is more persistant than the rest. I've had it for quite a while. I won't expound upon it any further, because I'll just sound idiotic and depress myself.
Blah. I'm in a better mood now, though. I'm working on a diary layout for one of Amanda's friends, and I bought myself two new lip gloss type things at the grocery store. I love lip products. They're the only make-up like things that I use. Red lipstick is particularly fun. And I can wear it now, since my hair is dark again. Woo.
edited at 3:01 a.m. I have a nasty little cut on my gums. It hurts. Whenever I drink something, it stings fiercely, and yet I am struck by the urge to grab some mouthwash and swish away. Why? That would hurt like a mofo. I know it would. But I want to do it anyway. Hmm. I believe that the only mouthwash in the house resides in my parents' bathroom, though, and I don't want to disturb their sleep (read: if there's any nakedness going on, I don't want to see it). So that's out. I'll just sit here and continue to prod it with my tongue instead. *prod, prod* Ow.
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