i can NOT stand being disturbed while being in a deep slummberrrrr...sooo annoying. it's like an old lady with pink hair rollers in her hair holding a tiny, yapping poodle in her arm screaming "Payy the Rennnt yooo idiot!" With her boney finger flying in the air. GOD. Aaron comes barging in my room, the light breaks in and burns my eyeballs. He didn't wash his nasty piss stained jacket, so he uses the cologne I'v been saving from Greg since the ninth grade, with out even asking, and uses it to 'cover up the smell' and leaves the door open with the sun still beating down on my face. I pull the covers over my head and say stumbly, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM! you didn't even ASK to borrow my light..er I mean..perlight.er..PERFUME!" I got it out eventually. He ANNOYS me. So I finally got myself up because I knew I couldnt hold on to sleep anymore and came on here..only to be kicked off..so now I'm gonna have to copy and paste this. It's that important to me. I like to know the littlest things are still important. It's cold in my room and the light barely creeps in through my dusty vanechan blinds. The second the balls of my feet touch the clean looking floor outside of my bedroom door, they turn from pasty pink to dark brown from sand that is tracked in from miles away and left on the hardwood floors. It's like..a bubble. My bubble is safe, but on the outside it's filled with dirt. Please dont burst my bubble..? It looks clean and right.. but it really isnt out there. That's my metaphore for the world. I rinse my feet in the tub with ice cold water and watch it go down the drain.. All the snow melted away from yesterday. It's 11:16 a.m. and I'm eating cold pizza for breakfast. YUM. I think my heart skipped a beat when I heard Elizabeth say, "Do you want Pizza Aaron?" and I thought... "Wait. Did I just hear pizza. My bum jumped up. Next thing I'm hoping Elizabeth doesn't come in and sit on my inflateable chair. SHe might pop it! ... Then I'd be really mad..and I had a lot of things worked up in my mind that I would say if that happened. They leave our house a mess when they come here...and I can't stand that. I'm inconsiderate too when it comes to things..so I probably shouldn't talk. My mom says it smells like smoke in my room. I'm like... "We'll I hope you dont thinK I'V been smoking." Yuck. I hate smokes and everything that comes with it. Meaning addiction, sickness, disease, discoloration of everything it touches in it's path. How can we (people) smoke and do all these things that are detremental to our health and not be stopped? But then we (again people in general) may try to commit suicide and then get into trouble if not successfull? Because it is intentional to want to die. But not meaning to kill ourselves is okay? What about the people who kill others accidentally. Is that okay? Should we just stand on the side lines and watch it happen and because it's not intentional we should watch their bodie's deteriorate before our eyes? Accidentally ? I dont know. Just a thought.