Wednesday, 8:31 p.m.   Medorthophobia means Fear of Erect Penises. I have Medorthophobia...really I do.... haha. I learned something new today. I have an addiction to Our Lady Peace. Seriously. I listen to nearly nothing else. I'm working on getting over it, I promise. Well, no. It's a good addiction. I'm addicted to a lot more than Our Lady Peace, though. I'm addicted to Tim Burton, Danny Elfman, anything The Nightmare Before Christmas... I am addicted to butterfly kisses and pecks on the cheeks and falling asleep... I wish I could do more of that falling asleep thing. Wretched insomnia. I wonder, what does blotto mean? It was on the mood list. Oh, hehe, it means drunk. yay for blotto! It would have been the perfect opportunity for a movie-style in-the-rain kiss today. But there were children out and about. They would have stared. I hate being stared at, unless I'm doing something on purpose to be stared at - dancing on tables in the cafeteria, for instance. But that's another story. I got a nickel out of it though; thanks Ber! Glad someone appreciates my artistic interpretive dance... Anyway! Children are evil. (As my dear Nicole would put it, Demon children!!!!!!) yay Scott's house was almost as cold as my house is. brr. shiver. His hands are cold too, I was obligated to warm them up in mine. Really! And Mike didn't believe me when I told him we didn't make out. I like The Nightmare Before Christmas too much to stop watching it in order to stick my tongue in someone's mouth. I do. I lessthan3 TNBC. My day was really boring, other than that; Taylor took me to and from school and all that, and I didn't even dance on the tables much today at lunch. Or ask Mr. Nazi in Blodge random questions. Like What's Gelatin made out of? to traumatize poor Aaron and his love of Jell-O(®). If I want school to be less boring, I have to -make- it less boring. Nothing ever happens by itself there. I always have to make the excitement because everyone else is too caught up in what other people think of them to do that. Thank goodness I don't care. ----- Matt had a dilemma today. Matt A. Who sort of kind of used to have a crush on me. Who I've met once and who lives in Wyoming and who has an amazing linguistic talent. I don't know why he asks me for advice as it's never any good. But okay. I'll give him my two cents. Just because I've been there, done that...remembering my own placement in things like this. I wish I knew what I was talking about, gee...