Boys

I've kept a journal since I was twelve (1997), well, actually before that, but I no longer have the earliest diary (with a unicorn on it that I bought from a book fair in elementary school with all the change I had saved up to buy it) so I don't know when I started keeping a journal. I really enjoy keeping it up-to-date. I try not to write in it when I'm SUPER pissed, but it happens. That's why you should never read it. None of you. But you probably already knew that you shouldn't read someones personal journal/diary (unless you're retarded/the author is dead). I wouldn't mind if my journals were read after I died. I would be dead. so. If you read my journal now, I will be dead to you. If you wait until I'm dead, it will keep me alive in the sense that you will learn even more about me than you ever cared to know. I don't write terribly often. I hope to give it an overall humorous tone. I wish I did more sketches, but I always just go back to the regular cursive writing of a twelve year old. I really like looking back through the years and remembering all the emotions from all the events/lack of events I've experienced. I love the times I would write about boys, although it was usually just my imagination that would get anywhere with them. Now that I've made you want to read my stupid journal, let me remind you: don't. Unless I'm dead.

Or this guy will come and get you while you're sleeping.

Hanky

I'm alive!

I have to tell you, I like veggie burgers. I had a good one in DC at the Luna Cafe:

So big. So lentil-filled. I want one so bad right now. We went back to this cafe the next day and I got eggs benedict for brunch. I tried to make my own veggie burger patties once. It was sad. I used lentils and tofu... I have no idea what else... maybe some flour. They didn't hold together very well. Florida doesn't take kindly to vegetarian diets. This kid at the library farted near us once, and he obviously ONLY ate beef. I was like:

NOOOOOOOO!  This guy knows. He's so tormented. This was a sculpture at the National Gallery in DC. Seeing all kinds of art is so humbling. AnyWHOOOOOOO... Naomi loves taking pictures with my camera. Here's one that's pretty fun:

So there you have it. Another blog post. Bye.