it is fucking eighty eight degrees in this house. i don't know whether the air conditioner is really broken or my dad just doesn't feel like spending the money. either way, i've learned to almost enjoy drinking water. who cares if it doesn't taste like anything, it stops me from dehydrating. everything is hot everwhere it is sweaty clammy salamander in full swing. i should read my zero girl comics to commemorate the season.

i bought a new mouse, i went to a party at david's house, i saw x-men, darryl lent me the other sahara hotnights cd. elise and i hung out the other night and she listens to 95.7 and has a lot of makeup. hi andrew.

i saw x-men and it was bad ass. the preview for the matrix was bad ass. the preview for dumber and dumberer was not. jean grey is bad ass. summer movies are bad ass. boyfriends are bad ass. so are kisses in parking lots before getting in seperate cars to go to seperate homes. words are bad ass.

eighty eight degree households will be badass as soon as i get used to them.

willpower is also badass you stupid girl.

the phrase 'bad ass' is not bad ass until used so many times it's not awkward anymore.

blablabala. tiffany's is not bad ass. i went to compusa and to the bank today, and i picked up a paper. job week is going very poorly. eighty eight degrees inside, considerably hotter outside, and almost long hair on lots of pillows means sara sleeps and sleeps though her alarm is set before ten. she jumps up and shuts it off every nine minutes. or whenever she decides to wake up. luckily i got up before noon. i had no energy. knew i needed to get up but couldn't bring myself to move. too hot too hot. so i pushed play on sahara hotnights and laid in bed with my eyes closed palms pushed together and i asked someone to get me out of bed. a little push to get me going. who knows if it is my own volition or divine intervention but i got moving.

i am all over the place today. i want telepathy. no. teleportation. no. yes. too bad, little girl.