Need a wad pulling break from the banging hot sun, the porno-translation of this page. I'm thinking of keeping a permanent link of that version on my site. Hmm... now if only I could remember the address for Jesusfying a page...

Lately I've had an urge for extreme hygiene. Today, after I got home from school, I had a nice, long shower. Then, I shaved (again), washed my face with facial cleanser, brushed vigorously for ten minutes, punished myself with mouthwash, aprocot scrubbed my neck, and now I'm sitting with a lemon-creme-aspirin zit-removal facial mask. All I need is a manicure and nailpolish treatment (along with two cucumber slices for my eyes) and I'll be set.... oh wait, I already did the nails... and the manicure... damn. I look like the revenge of the gingerbread man... now covered in frosting.

Finals week began today, and that means that school's over thursday. Strange thing is, I don't want it to end! This year's gone by so fast, I hardly had time to enjoy myself (which I plan to do next year). In the beginning I still had all my preconceptions of always acting "cool" from my hellish middleschool experience. Now, I'm more honest with everyone (including the person in the mirror) and I act almost as freely as I've always wanted to be.

You know... one of the people who shoot down my at-times completely insane and extravagant ideas/outfit layouts/ accesory seletion/etc. is my sis. Don't get me wrong, I love her lots... but her indecisivity is completely contagious. The main thing that's keeping me from emailing MTV inquirying about their up-coming episode of TrueLife: I'm Coming Out are her concerns for how the family will take it. Really, I want to come out, but I think my parents already know. Hell, my mom read the comments on my yearbook (invasion of privacy) so she probably got some big hints. I'm pissed that I'm letting her weigh me down... even now she's making remarks suggesting that I'm always on the prowl for cute guys... which I am, but not the completely unattainable ones. I don't oggle the screen everytime a cute one comes in.

And goddammit! I'm jealous of Ewan McGregor! Not only is he hot as hell, has a sexy accent/voice, amazing actor, stunning eyes, but he can friggin sing~! If only I were so lucky... but I only have few saving graces. Which isn't saying a lot since I give everyone high expectations.