Well, Eric Noble is Mr. Edison. I barely even know the guy, but I always have a strange urge to say, "I want to marry Eric Noble one day."

Now, if I could be Mr. Edison next year, that would be happy times.

Yes. Mr.

Good day.

I'd like to pretend, for just a day, that nothing matters. I'd like to have it in my head that troubles don't exist and that nothing is ever wrong. I'd like to think that the world is carefree. I'd like to stop analyzing my writings, repeating, "Oh! There's alliteration and an anaphora...let's see if I can fit an antithesis and a metaphor in there someplace." I love it and I hate it, this string of idiocies flowing from the black hole that is my mind.

I want to spend a day to snuggle, to cry, to laugh. I want another day without work. My only day off flew by me so quickly, it was almost obscene. I miss my life.

Sparkling cold

Well, the ice is incredibly pretty, even though it's managed to hurt so very many people.

Oh, well! It hasn't injured me yet, which is a shock; I've been sliding around carelessly upon it, giggling like a happy schoolgirl. I haven't had a major fall yet, which kind of makes me sad. Falling on ice is just one of those things that needs to happen.

I'm rambling again, and about nothing interesting.

So my mom found a used tampon behind Silent Hill 4 at the Hollywood Video on Admiral where she's been working. Needless to say, she won't be working at that particular location anymore.

I'd like to know something: was somebody just scantily clad at the time and decided to take it out right there, by my favorite game in the store? Is there some bizarre person that carries around used tampons to set them in random places?

Was it acryllic paint?

In any case, that's just disgusting.

I suspect that my grades in Biology and Precalculus won't be so hot this semester. I'll probably at least try to switch out of Biology - as it does consume my life - but I do rather like Precalculus. Hammond is a fantastic teacher.

Jesus...what happened to me?