So I have decided that being "The Gargoyle" is like being "The Tree" in a grade school playe. "They Gargoyle" is just a more adult version of it. I never really understood how the kid who played the tree felt untill the past few days. I have definitly had a revelation. You should still respect and love "The Tree" because she is trying to be the best tree that she can be. And its hard, its way hard when you dont have any lines, or a real purpose... its hard when you are just scenery. Also, be careful with "The Tree"'s feelings because you just might make it want to kill itself because its what it is. Moving on, I love my baby so much. He is always so supportive and sweet. He notices things that I wouldnt notice unless someone pointed them out to me. Take for instance, today I made breakfast (crepes if you were wondering), and we were drinking milk. I got up and put my glass in the sink and he pointed out to me that I never drink that very last bit of milk in the glass. Crazy huh? I never noticed it untill he pointed it out to me, and then when I thought about it, it was true. I dont ever drink the last sip in the glass, I dunno why. We went to the park today and watched a raven and squirrel have a death match. The raven won. Then we went back to his house and fooled around for awhile. We were going to watch last thursdays "The Office" but his mom and skeletor were watching a lifetime origional movie... so we went to the other room and hung out on the couch. Then I came home and took a nap, which was beautiful. My huge white cat Mufasa (swear to god, he looks just like the guy from Lion King) curled up into the curve of my belly and took a nap too. And then I woke up and got ready... and the rest was Hell. Hell with a capital H. I dunno why I let myself get talked into this one. The modeling was one thing... but this is a completly different story. Eight more to go and I already want to kill myself. My mother hid ALL of the drugs. No joke. All of them. I want to take a sleeping pill to knock myself out and she hid the goddamned bottle. In case you were wondering she also hid the extra strength tylenol and the nyquil AND the crazy pain killers that I forget the name of. ALL OF THEM. What if I accidently cut of my arm and need them? to kill the pain? And, worst of all, she has replaced my regular chemical pills with HERBAL ONES! They dont work worth shit! But I guess they are "healthier for you", like I give a damn about that. It makes me very angry.