Wednesday, 3:10 p.m.   Three Down, Two to Go Thursday, then Friday, then no more Vacation Bible School! Yay! I discovered that I'm hideously mechanical when in the shower. The only thing I'm thinking about is how to make it more efficient. Every movement, every step, is mapped out and can't be broken. I was pissed today because the water was too hot. It just would not cool down. Daaah! I felt like my skin was going to melt. I had a 12 minute shower today, this is good, my goal is 10. And I was proud anyway. Sad. And here I am writing about it which is even sadder. Only two more days of non-work. ------------ 9:25 p.m. Mm. I went to Session tonight at church, they voted unanimously for Myrrhaya and I to become full fledged members, we're getting baptised this Sunday. Yay for us. that took about 15 minutes. So I went to Scott's house and he was like "oh, I thought you were Adam, he's coming over." I was disappointed, but we sat and waited for Adam to come and then when he did he had a boy with him that Scott didn't know, we left them upstairs to play videogames and went to walmart. I was wearing loose comfortable clothes because I wanted to avoid little boys sticking blue plastic rods down my shirt again like yesterday, so Scott and I walking through walmart getting shampoo and vitamins and razors probably seemed like we were living together or something. Heh. Anyway. We went back to his house and Mike showed up and we sat in the living room and talked and stuff and then I left. Dah. I daja;lgkhag. I got home, got online, Scott said the other boys left almost as soon as I did. They offered to let him go with, but he declined, they were going to go gathering prostitutes or something. um. okay... Mike got online, so I talked to him, I asked him how the whore hunting was going, he said good they had 7 so far and 3 discounts or whatever. I was so happy for him, really. Not. He said their goal for the night was 35, did I want to be number 8. Not only was that incredibly rude and uncalled for, it was also hurtful. Do I look like a whore?! I said, "No. I'm not a whore. Bitch." He said adam was the one who asked that; I said, "Then Adam's a bitch." "It's not my fault you're so hott!" he wrote. My scathing angry reply was, "Just because I'm hott doesn't mean I'm a whore, dumbass." He got all defensive because it was "Adam" who asked me if I wanted to be their 8th whore, not him, but I wouldn't have it, what does me having a pretty face have to do with being a whore? "And a sexy body," he added. I was wearing baggy loose clothes for pete's sake. does he have x-ray vision or something? It's funny because earlier today I was making a mental list of things I hated about my body. my feet, my legs, my boobs or lack thereof, my hair, my eyes, my butt, etc. I have a so-called pretty face. I don't know what about it is so pretty, but I like it and apparently other people do, so we'll say it's pretty. But this does not make me a whore. And now I am angry with mike and adam. Very very not happy. This is not cool on so many levels.