School starts Tuesday, and I must say that I'm extremely excited. Just yesterday I went shopping for school supplies and I got this awesome backpack that's black with white pinstripes. It's an emo backpack from emoland. It's true. And I got two notebooks made of recycled material. The covers are cardboard, and it's awesome because now I have something to doodle on even though my doodles suck. I'll draw my toast on them. I draw toast. I shoud upload some of my toast drawings sometime. I'll make a page in my Notebook of Awesome and scan it. Yes I have a Notebook of Awesome. It's yellow, and I wrote a fanfic in it for The Silence Of The Lambs (the book version). And I decided that whenever I do something, I'd doodle on the next page. Well I did that, and a poem formed itself on the bottom left corner. And it was about how I feel about my friend Evan, and it was awesome. That's why I started to call the notebook the Notebook of Awesome. I suppose when this notebook is filled I'll start another one and either call it The Second Notebook of Awesome, or The Notebook of Epic Win. Either one works, but I don't have to worry about it now, because there's like... six pages out of seventy that have stuff on them.

But yeah... I have two eco-friendly notebooks, and this makes me happy, because I do care about the environment. I guess Evan was right when he called me a 'modern-day hippie'. I don't care though, not anymore at any rate. It used to be that when he called me a hippie I would shout, "I AM NOT!" But why does it matter? It's just another label like, emo, or gothic, or prep, or whore, or punk, or other such things. I guess my laid-back view of life, the universe, and everything makes me a hippie. Haha, don't tell Evan he's right! It'll go to his head, and we can't have that. So many complexes. *Sigh*

Speaking of Evan, I have to yell at him for tainting my obsession. No joke. He claims to be a sociopath, but the book The Silence Of The Lambs came before him, so he needs to retrieve his emotions. Why does it matter? Well because I'm obsessed with Hannibal's love for Clarice. Hannibal was a sociopath before he met Clarice! Evan needs to stop being a sociopath, and for a reason other than that he's found a 'Clarice.' He's a jerk, he doesn't even deserve a Clarice. T_T I'm so mean.

I applied at the video store last week, and they haven't called me yet. So I'm going to call them Wednesday, and cross my fingers. I really really really want that job. I mean, aside from tending to customers once in a while, I get to sit on my butt and watch movies. The only job that I want more is to be a radio dj. No joke. I want to be a dj almost as much as I want to own my own hearse. Yes, I want my own hearse. That'd be so cool. I'm a weird girl, I know, but I'm permitted to be weird. I lack a permit for driving, but I have a permit to be weird. It's awesome. Kind of like my notebook. XDDDDDD

I had an issue until Friday. I couldn't find my pants. No joke. I have lots of pants, but I couldn't find ones that actually fit. And it's because my mom and Thomas brought my dresser in from the garage, and there were clothes that I had to sort through, and there were jeans that will fit soon, but don't, and instead of putting pairs of jeans that do fit in the drawer, my mom put them all in a tub in the garage. Along with all the clothes that I actually wear in between laundry days. It ticks me off, and my mom did not think that through.

Well this is it, the last paragraph for this entry. No one reads these... ever. But maybe someday someone will. So until then future readers! Bye-bye.