Morning... god i hate morning... well i like it and all. it's justt the gettting outta bed part i hate. Here's the scene: sitting at the computer(duh), huge mug of coffee next to me. My rose diary open on my left to a poem i wrote last night. Wearing grey sweat pants that are WAY to heavy for an unairconditioned house, and a grey sweater thats not mine. (he he he) Listening to Swing Swing(song changed) Nad my legs are kinda sore.( went rollar blading with melissa last night) ARG. yes. that is the word for today. Oh ok. i may as well just write my day here. Im fucking bored anyway. *going to birds hill with meow today. YAY! BEACH!!! (song changes to feelin groovy) *Need to call camp Wasaga to see when i catch my bus.. those poor children are going to sure be scared of me... oh well.. i'll play the " i'm a normal gal" show. lol. Hm. I think I'll read my old entry's... ta ta (song changed 2 i am rock-simon + garfunkle)