Sitting in my room, pouring out my thoughts and feelings in a small orange notebook. Tense hands clutch the pen and hold the paper. I like this notebook. My handwriting sucks. Lost my drawing pencil. I have a wind up monkey. Band starts again tommorow. Sucking on my pen. Thought so often comes when one is sucking... lol. I am so random. Went to a dance yesterday. It was good, I danced with alot of people. I crimped my short red hair into a fro. Wore cords. I had a good time with my friends. Romance is overrated. Love is dead. Lust makes the world go 'round. Ended not getting my computer like I thought. It seems to have been delayed in the cleaning process, mom said that they still had to switch all ov the programs from one computer to the other. Maybe I will get it this week. This morning my dad woke me up. The sunlight shot through the window and onto my soft bed. He smiled. I told him that I loved him. He handed me a perfect peach. Perfect. Big, round, untouched by the hundreds of flying insects that found comfort in my peach tree. It glowed with that magnificent color scheme that is signature to peaches. I thanked him and we sat on my floor eating our golden treasures, letting the sweet juice drip down our chins. It was the best way to wake up. Watching the moon rise over the mountain. Laying on the damp grass, basking in its majestic silver light. So big, so bright. I love the moon. My sister and her new boyfriend came over to visit today. He is nice, he gave me a new cd. He drives a Sion. He has five tattoos. Maybe she will keep this one for awhile. Went to church. I go to church every Sunday. The church people look at me differently. I guess they just dont know what to think of me. I am feeling ugly today. in the name of the wind up monkey