HAI GUIZ;

I EAT COCK. SEND PICZ OF YOUR PENIS PLZ.
-Nick.

;D oh how he amuses me. When we TALKED. Anyways...

I've spent all day cleaning and dancing. More dancing than cleaning, though. Which isn't a problem for me, it's just probably not too great considering I've made more of a mess 'cleaning' than I actually have progress, and that's going to bite me in the ass when I end up burning out and falling asleep while the house looks like a tornado hit it. It seems to happen like that a lot. Mon pere came over earlier because I chose not to reply to his text message or pick up the phone when he called, nor have I even bothered to listen to the message he left on the answering machine (even though I was standing right next to it while it was recording) and get rid of the obnoxious beeping that won't freaking stop.

I suppose yesterday turned out alright. I spent most of the day in a terrible mood, just because I could. My mom and I went to post to get things from the PX and commisary, then back to the PX for a coffee maker and vaseline-like stuff. After sushi, I guess it got better. We came home as Hayden was riding his bike up to my house. Weird D:. So he helped us bring groceries into the house, attempt to set up the coffee maker and make coffee (uhh duhh), ate pita bread and hummus, and... made videos of us dancing like gangsters in my room. And then raving to Sandstorm, cause we're super amazing like that. I'm too lazy to upload the videos now, so I guess I MIGHT get around to doing it later.

I bought perfume that smells like 'Emilie,' the most amazing smell in the world. It makes me think of the way things used to be, just because I used to wear it all the time. -.-; lawl. It smells like vanilla, and I'm honestly in love with it. So was Alex, I guess? Needless to say, I'm very happy. Makes me think of good things, not the shitty stuff in the past. Until something bad happens while I'm wearing it... then I'm pretty sure my nostalgic self will never be able to wear it again, without thinking of the terrible things that it reminds me of.

I also found tobacco for the hookah... that I can't find. It's ridiculous. I know it has to be somewhere in this house, cause that's the kind of thing that Alex would have remembered taking with him when he moved. I don't know the last time he smoked it, and I don't think he remembers, but once I get off the computer... I'm determined to find it. Then back to dancing around like a faggot in my underwear and attempting to clean the living room. After that, the kitchen. Unless I fall asleep. I kind of think I need to throw food in there somewhere, because my stomach is beginning to yell at me. My curiousity about words and spelling that amaze me is beginning to kick in again; stupid ADD. That reminds me!; I'm going to the clinic even sooner than I was supposed to, because I'm getting a higher dosage of my medication and speed for my attention deficit disorder. I could have typed ADD but that would be, like, too many caps. Yeah, I'm gay, I know. How exciting? Very.

So, yeah. I guess I'll eat. Or look for the hookah. Or clean. Or make a new CD. But whatever I do, I'm gonna have fun doing it.

NOT. -.-