June 16, 2002 :: 7:52 a.m.
I will hunt you with my giant feral cats
I'm very afraid of the fact that I'm actually awake. I didn't set my alarm clock, either, so it's not as if I was jarred out of dreamland by that. I just got up for no reason. Freaky. My eyes are all blurry and I can't see correctly, but uh... hey, that's all right. Hopefully a shower will clear them up.
Amanda sent me a link to the most fun thing I've seen in a long time: Savannah Cats! They're big and cheetah-like and I want one. I mean, don't you? Look at them! Ah! Baaabies! (Heh, frightening. Amanda and I are major kitty people.)
Hmm... you know, I have very little else to say yet. I think it could be because I've only been awake for half an hour or so, and thus have accomplished very little. My brain isn't even functioning correctly yet. I'm going to shower and have breakfast and stuff, then go scoop up Adam (brother) and Carly and get on the road. I need to figure out something suitable to wear. When Adam (boyfriend) and I went to Bushkill Falls, I wore jeans. This turned out to be a horrendously bad idea. The problem is that I don't own any shorts. Not a single pair, except for my turtle boxer pajama things, which I refuse to get all dirty and gross. Maybe I'll cut off some old jeans or something, like the ones with the huge holes that got me sent home from school (truly). But ew, the thought of wearing shorts in public is not at all appealing. Foul. I suppose it's worth it for the comfort, though.
Alas. Bye.
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