I think it's time. Time to write a happy journal entry. Today was a good day, with just the right amount of playing unhappy to just the right number of mind numbing people. JEe I hate people. I decided it was time for a happy journal entry, because I feel like sleepying (alot) while feeling like I shouldn't give in to what I want, all my journal entries are negative, and I haven't written recently at all. I came into a special realization of myself recently, and made a sudden drastic change, which happens to be sticking, amazingly, because I've tried to make the change before. I won't say what becuase it's not something I want to stick on paper and I'd much rather run in circles with words. My poor kitty had to get surgery to get out a wire left in from a surgery two years ago. It's not so bad and he's really pooped (tired, has nothing to do with stinky)and is physically capable, though rather timid at the moment. My other less poor kitty happens to be really mad at him. She displays this by waiting until he falls asleep then opening my door and dashing in my room in a fell swoop and waking him up. This happens regularly. I'd lock my door, but I find the idea of one cat harrassing another weak recovering cat rather hilarious. Why did I have a good day? I mentioned the words "good day" up there somewhere and I figure I'd better explain (I don't often label my days good). I went to school and there was my prettiest girly wearing something that resembled pajamas to me. She wore a blue shirt and some dress pants and black would be dress shoes, despite the fact that they are all not dress shoey when viewed in full. The best part.... THE BEESTEST PART... was her hair. For a girl with normaly awsome hair (which I still own) this was a fantastic hair day. It was kind of messyish with hints of don't care in it. It had big brown curls that were giant and fluffy. All of her hair acted like model hair. All day long. When she walked, it bounced. When turned her head, it swung around. When she forgot, it fell over her shoulder. I was super amazed. Another thing I just figured out. I like her eyes alot more. She used to have eyes, and they were pretty alright, you know, like better than everyone elses. But then one day she said she killed bambi and stole his eyes so I looked closer at them. I was pretty convinced! I mean they were like jewl colory, and perfectly white with really big irisis. Mmmm. I now understand all the hype about eyeballs. Oh I did have to do this art club thing, where we teach little kids how to do pottery stuff. It was bad. My little kid wasn't little enough to be fun, and she like was quiet, and her mom was a creep. Her mom left for a little bit, then came back and watched her, and every time her daughter did something she played with her hair and kissed her head. In a scary way, like "if you ever leave me, I'll kill you." I also ran into another scary mom when at 24. I was swimming and this lady was trying to teach her kid how to swim, only I don't think he wanted to, and so wasn't coeopperating. It wasn't some big loud fight, just like she'd talk down to him and sigh like he's impossible. I bet she was saying, if you don't do this or that I'll hold your head under the water once that idiot (me) leaves. I hope she didn't call me an idiot, becuase I could have gotten back at her. Later she asked me how to get him to be less resistant. I didn't do anything, I should have asked if she beat him, and been really bratty. But if that's not enough to drive you to beat your child, then I don't know what is. Actually I hope that's not all it takes. Everyone is getting a myspace. I hate myspace, and I didn't like xanga. I had a Xanga, and all my entries were fluff. That's what a Xanga does to your diary entries. Turns them into fluff. Bye like