Friday, 6:09 p.m.   Plywood Need...plywood... paint nails yarn ...and various other products. With these items, we will FINALLY be able to take over the world. I've been waiting so long for this moment. Yay for me and Katherine. I think we're high on something, and I'm not sure what, although I just drank... 9.5 ounces of starbucks frappuccino goodness.*purr* but surely it can't have kicked in half an hour BEFORE I drank it...o_O We're planning ahead. or something. yeah. We went to the moon! Actually Katherine did. She called me on her cell phone. The moon gets lovely reception...none of that atmosphere interfering with the satellite connection. Only problem is ya can't breathe. Psh. Breathing is so overrated. I was reading random journals one day and one of them had a quote on it, "Air is so trendy. You should stop using it." It made me smile. *Smiles* Katherine's sitting here watching me and reading this, and she's all "you smile when you type it?!" Yes. I do. What of it?! Anyway. Plywood. ----------------- 9:10 p.m. I like updating. It's like a drug. And I'm addicted. Sometimes I feel like I should hate Scott because he is so beautiful all the time and now he has to leave and I am selfish and want him all to myself. but I can't hate him. I tried but I can't. I woke up at three in the morning this morning and I looked at my watch and I was angry because I was wide awake and i had only been sleeping four hours. I went and got some water and it was sweet and cold in my mouth and it annoyed me and I tried to go back to sleep. But memories, stupid stupid polaroid memories, bombarded my skull and instead of word thinking like normal, all these movies and pictures were playing in my brain like some twisted documentary about my life since He Entered It. It made me happy and sad and frustrated all at the same time because he wasn't there and I wished for the world that he was and I even considered getting online to see if he would be online but I knew that was a stupid idea, he'd be like a normal person and sleeping. I don't know. What to do anymore. I'm happy and sad and angry and excited and anxious all at the same time and it's almost painful the way this tear in my soul keeps ripping itself bigger and bigger as I realize more and more that I'm leaving everything I hold dear, everything that I know. I have no idea what lies in store for me. And it scares me poopless. My nose keeps itching. Maybe someone is thinking about me. It's okay, I'm thinking about him too. ----------------- 9:17 p.m. Drugged up and high. ----------------- 9:18 p.m. Not literally, you losers.