Just so you know, I'm not particularly fond of coffee. In fact, I've hated every sort I've ever tried. Just putting that out there.

New favourite word. Illeism: the practice of habitually refering to oneself in the third person.

Mah arms hurt. Stupid, stupid Sammeh. No more weight lifting for you, missy.

Nah, 'morrow's Thanksgiving...! Eww. Maybe I'll refuse to celebrate on the grounds the Native Americans had to put up with so much crap. Think that would work for me?

Have you ever noticed the XP part in Windows XP? It just totally makes my day whenever I see that.

I've finally remembered how to spell 'fickle.' I wanted to use it in this thingie for school several days ago, but I couldn't remember how to spell it and I couldn't find it in any dictionary, for some reason...

For so many years, I've word my hair the exact same way almost every day. Most recently, it's been in braids, ponytails, pigtails, a bun once or twice, and very nearly cut off. (I would have done that if I could have gotten away with it with but a relatively light scolding. Alas, 'tis not to be.) This fails to matter a terrible amount. Hardly at all.

Screw the no gum rule. I need it, dammit.

NaNo = near failure. Meh. Stupid computer, acting up. Stupid brother, computer thief.

I wonder if I could get someone to take me to the library today? I hate the place, with it's two floors and airy spaces and stifling feeling and lack of people and huge stairs. It makes me nervous. D:

It's too bright outside. -whines-

I've always disliked cars terribly. As far as I can remember. Which isn't very far back, but no matter. Anyway, my grandmother got into a wreck with me in the car several weeks ago, and the first time I was in one after that, I saw a red car pulling out into the lane beside us sevral yards in front of us, and I found myself freaking out. It was a quiet thing, no attention was brought to my discomfort. No one knew I was more wary until a few days later and I finally told my mother.

Anyway, the first time I saw that car and found myself afraid, I sort of pulled away from the feeling and really looked at it with a sort of clinical interest. I knew why I was afraid, I knew what I was afraid of, and I knew it wouldn't go away quickly. So since then, I've been looking at the roads with a lot more worry and really paid attention to what was going on. My mother's driving scares the hell out of me and she reprimands me when I freak out, but I don't know what to do. I figure I'll be alright as long as I never need to go anywhere besides school.

...Mah arms still hurt. I know I complained only at the beginning of this entry, but you have to understand-- it takes me a long time to finish one of these things because I get so distracted. That was quite a while ago.

Nah, Bubba, you get so much stuff in my keyboard! It's disgusting having to key it all out.

Ooh, tape...