I Dream of Popsicles

wearing: 'love' shirt, bluenotes shorts that Bunny gave me, white strappy sandals
eating: pink lemonade
listening to: '99 red balloons' by Reel Big Fish

Today as I was walking up the grassy hill at Exhibition Park in my heeled white strappy sandals, I stepped in a rut and almost broke my ankle. Moral of the story - don't walk up grassy hills with heels on. Silly.

Today as I was heading toward that grassy hill with Sunny, a new concept stirred in me like a waking dream. I want to be a camel. ...Typical idea for a heat intolerant person when it's 40 degrees out, but just imagine the merits of being a camel! You could bask for days in the sweltering heat and not even be thirsty! Plus you have a hump. And I don't know about you, but I think humps are pretty fly - I'd keep Sprite in mine! Also, I could hork on random bystanders and no one would find it at all bizarre.
Ahh. The merits of being a camel.

This morning and at lunch I was harboring murderous angry feelings towards The Maestro, but sometime during math class they gave way to indifference. Why murderous rangry? Probably because it's like he doesn't even make an effort to even be my friend, and according to him that's what he wants 'more than anything in the world'. So...? If you don't mind me asking, if this is what you want than what the hell are you waiting for?? This is how the vast majority of my friendships have fallen away, I'm the one making all the effort and eventually I get tired of it, so I don't anymore. I'm also rangry because the stories he gave me don't make sense, no matter what way I look at them. And I'm one of the most open-mined people you're bound to meet... it's crazZzy.

Well The Maestro, poo poo to you.

Toodles.