I just burned myself!

"But how, Mowthwaush? How could you do such a painful thing to your body? D:"
Silly you, by being stupid, as usual.

Yeah, it's swelling up right now. By it I mean my hand. My left one. The terror.

 Owwwww.

So, anyhow, there is no way in God's green checkered cardigan that I am going to make 50k for the Novel contest thinger, so my goal is 40k. Which is still somewhat impressive. My incentive: If I don't make 40k, I don't get to have an iPod for Christmas. And I have control over this because my dad ALWAYS gives money for Christmas. Usually like, 200 dollars. Which is a shitload of cash for someone like me. And every year I buy the one thing I've been absolutely DYING for and hoard the rest away to spend on frivulous random things like gum and maybe a shirt and whatever I need replaced. Which is most of my stuff, but that's beside the point.

 Actually, this year I may be set for my gum supply. I got a huge tub of Double Bubble from my grandmother. And I still have like, half of it left, so... yay.

We're out of bandaids, which makes me a sad panda. 

I keep hearing a clicking noise, CC was making it in English today. Clicking a pen next to my ear. Annyoing as holy fuck.

We made a video of paint drying.

...

I've lost the will to do anything. Don't know why. 

I'm going to tell you the story of my coffee mug (technically a cup, but mug sounds cooler). My industrial sized coffee mug, as I call it.
I made it in ceramics class a while ago (a month) for the sole purpose of supplying me my caffeine sustanance on the weekends. Now it's getting accustomed to being used every day, hence many caffeine rushes on my part.
The glaze I put on it looked pink but it came out blue. Who would've thunk it.
Since I made this mug, I decided to make another for my dear mother, however, none of said second children have turned out nearly as nice.

I really should have put a handle on the silly thing, but I didn't and now I have to use oven mitts to carry it around. My bad.

It's really filthy inside from having held so much tea and coffee over the past month. Everytime I look into it I think I really should clean you, but of course procastination gets the best of me and I find myself sipping yet another cup of tea and not washing the mug. One day I will, swear to god.

The end. 

Hmm. The remote control in my house is always in such random places - the mantle, under a cushion (maybe not so random), in a drawer, on the banister, in the bathroom... don't ask me how it get's THERE but, you know.
Having trouble sleeping, can't you tell? >.<

 Round and round it goes, every day's the one before


Ummm. Hm. I felt like working on the novel earlier but now I'm not so sure. I've gotten to 10k words today so I feel accomplished. No need to be an over acheiver, Mowthwaush. :p

I'll go play Tetris or something. xD 

EPIC PHONE CONVERSATIONS V. 9.8

"Hello?"
"Hey sexy."
"...who's this?"
"[name]."
"..."
"This isn't N, is it."
"Uh, no."
"Is she in?"
"No."
"Sorry about that..."
"Do you consider it perfectly normal to say 'Hey Sexy' to someone on the phone if you aren't entirely sure of who they are? Do you do that everyone or am I just special?"
"You sounded like her."
"Well maybe you should have confirmed it was actually her, eh?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Well, you guess. Keep it in mind and have a nice day."

"Hello?"
"Hey man, how are you?"
"Uh... good?"
"What's up?"
"Who's this?"
"Mike."
"I think you have the wrong number."
"This isn't Nelson's house?"
"Um... no."
"Oh. Sorry."

"Hello?"
*silence*
"For God's sake, I know you like hearing the sound of my voice but really, you're calling from Ontario and it's driving up my phone bill so bad, you've phoned my house eight times this week, so if you want to listen to my sweet vocals while you touch yourself just say so and I'll send you a tape, 'kay?"

For this novel writing thingy I'm doing. NaNoWriMo to be more specific. I'm sure you haven't heard of it. :p

It's a bit late to sign up now if you think you're interested, but have at 'er if you're insane (I am WAAAAAAY behind for the record, you're supposed to be at 25k by now)
www.nanowrimo.org

Speaking of that, I was talking to CZ about it and she's all "Oh, you can just have one of my novels, I've written like seven," and I'm like "SEVEN 50,000 word 172 page novels, really?" and she's like "YEAH!"
O RLY?
But, I won't bore you with how much I really hate it when she does that.

Instead I will tell you a funny story about Our Lady Peace and Cobra Starship.

So this girl in P.E. who I am kinda/sorta/not really friends with is like "What's your favorite song?" and I said "Well, it's a close tie between Hollaback Boy by Cobra Starship and Clumsy by Our Lady Peace, for the moment." And she says "Sorry, what?" So I repeat it. And then she's like "OHHH, thought you meant Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stefani and Clumsy by Fergie," and I'm like "EWEWEWEWEWNOOOO. D:"

Yeah. That's what happened.

God I feel like shit. Mentally and physically. What else isn't new, eh? I always feel terrible. I'm always fucking sick and it pisses me right the fuck off. Why do I get stuck with the shitty-ass immune system? I'm always in and out of the doctor's office on all sorts of drugs thinking there's something horribly wrong with my body, then I realize that my family doctor is just a fucking drug pusher and now I don't really know what.

My mind hurts, my chest hurts, my heart hurts... everything hurts. All the fucking time.
This is so stupid, usually I'm bitching at people like this for whining so much. But.. god. If being a hypocrite means I get to vent then so be it. I just want to get better and be healthy for once in a fucking while.

You know my mom used to refuse to take me to the doctor? On two occasions I convinced her, first time it turns out I had a drone cold (continuously catching the illness after recovery, I had it for three months), the other, both of my feet were broken in multiple places.
I'm not saying any of this is her fault... As if having shit for health I just had to have the fucked up family mentality to go with it. My mom's a good mother and all, she's just really... sick. In her mind, if you know what I mean. I don't want to flat out say she's got a mental illness, but I just kind of did there and god what the hell am I even talking about anymore?

I wanna go sleep some more, but I have homework. Fucking trig, who the hell CARES what the perimeter of two similar triangles are? Who thought this shit up? At which point will this affect my life? Jesus fucking christ I hate my math class.
I hate pretending that I love it, though. I hate pretending that everything is just peaches and fucking cream while inside I wanna punch someone in the throat, and I know that can't be healthy at ALL but still.

That's a really long rant up there so I'll cut it out now and leave you with a song.

Just to Feel Better by Santana Ft. Steven Tyler

She said I feel stranded
And I can't tell anymore
If we coming or I'm going
It's not how I planned it
I've got the key to the door
But it just won't open

And I know I know I know
Part of me says let it go
That life happens for a reason
I don't I don't I don't
It goes I never went before
But this time this time

I'm gonna try anything that just feel better
Tell me what to do
You know I can't see through the haze around me
And I do anything that just feel better

And I can't find my way
Girl I need a change
And I do anything that just feel better
Any little thing that just feel better

She said I need you to hold me
I'm a little far from the shore
And I'm afraid of sinking
You're the only one knows me
And who doesn't ignore
That my soul is weeping

I know I know I know
Part of me says let it go
Everything must have it seasons
Round and round it goes
And every day's a one before
But this time this time

I'm gonna try anything that just feels better
Tell me what to do
You know I can't see through the haze around me
And I do anything that just feel better

And I can't find my way
God I need a change
And I do anything that just feel better
Any little thing that just feel better

Long to hold you in my arms
To all things I ought to leave behind yeah
It's really getting nowhere
I think I need a little help this time

I'm gonna try anything that just feel better
Tell me what to do
You know I can't see through the haze around me
And I do anything that just feel better

And I can't find my way
Girl I need a change
And I do anything that just feel better
Any little thing that just feel better

Quote of the Day: Pain is inevitable, Misery is a choice. 

I hate it when people ask me that when they see me write with my right hand and do something else with my left. And there all "I thought you were left handed" and I'm like "I ammmmm.... D:" They don't seem to comprehend how someone can do EVERYTHING with their left hand except for write.
"Well, I was in a car accident at age five and I messed my wrist up real bad, then when it came time to learn how to write I had to use my right hand."
"Oh, so you're ambidextrous?"
"Well... no."
"WTF THAT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE"

I didn't say it had to now did I. xD Anyhow. Just a little pet peeve of mine. I'm getting better with left-handed writing now, so it's gotten to the point where I just write with whichever is easiest. Like, our tennant just asked me to write down the name of a poem for her and handed me the paper on my left side, so I just picked up the pen and stared writing and she's like "Are you left handed?" And that caught me off guard because most people know already I can write ambidextrously... I'm not making sense anymore, I know. Like, who the hell cares, actually?
"ZOMG A LEFTIE LET'S POKE 'EM WITH A STICK :DDDDD"

I have a headache, reaaaalllll bad. 

And I just KNOW I'm going to have at least ONE cavity.

There was a motivational speaker at y school today. A LOT better than I thought it was gonna be. He was HILARIOUS. xD Gosh, I can't even explain it, I'll just put up the website:

http://www.iantyson.ca/

Rawr. Adverstising. xD

Not much else to say right now. WHAT ELSE IS NEW? :O