Wow, this is about 10 times longer than I thought...Have fun reading?

I definitely wasn't ready for this epic bound of heat.
But it is great.
It's probably not even really that hot. For my corner of life, it is, though.
My house is usually, like...60 degrees. It's 84 now.
Since 3 this afternoon its dropped about one degree outside. One degree in 5 hours! Five and a half hours, actually.
I even just had a bowl of cereal to cool down. I suppose I could of just had water...but I'm pretty sure you can't make water crunchy and taste like strawberries, corn and oatmeal all at the same time. Gross.

Oh no! I forgot to change my calender again. Or color it.
It seems like this happens to me once a week.
Timeo, oh, Timeo, where art thou, Timeo?
[Time = Timeo....]

New Yorkizzzzle in 20 days.
Oh, if only my dear, dear Sufie were playing shows...
Imagine...seeing him in New York.
I don't know if I could contain that much excitement. It would be hard.
I'd probably climb in a hole and rock back and forth...and then miss it. And then die(?).
The heat makes me dramatic.

Any inhibitions I once had to become a normal person have fallen out my open window with the coming of the heat.

Oh good Lord, now there's clouds coming....
They're like, "Bwahahahaha. Let's trap the heat in and see how many people we can bake!"
Sadists.

Bahh, I am still in need of a new computer cord.
Poor Wallie.
I've made him bipolar.
Well...I don't think that's the right disease...
I just mean that he looses his battery really fast.
So...he's....prone to death?
I've made my computer depressed and suicidal!
Oh no...

Hmm...I was thinking that maybe listening to some christmas music would make me a little colder...Chillllllllayyyyy(?)

I've friend requested, like, 6 people today. And so far 3 of them have been like, "Hey, I know this kid...sure...I'll add her..."
Actually, I'm really not sure what they were thinking.
It was probably more like, "Oh...great...this is awkward...I don't want to add her, but I don't want to be rude either....*sigh*...I guess it won't kill me...." =P
It just might, new friend. It just might....
[...kill you, that is]

I'm friends with an Asthmatic Kitty on facebook.
That is Sufie's record label.
I just clicked on it in hopes of seeing some tour datage.
He and Rosie Thomas need to do the lovely romantic world a favor and get married or something.
They look so cute and perfect together. And they're like, BFFLs, so it's perfect.
Grrness. No touring.

WAIT. What is this?! Has best friend Google discovered something?
Ahhhhhh =[
Ahhhh times 10.
Yes. Google did discover something.
From freaking 2006.
Sad day.
He lives in Brooklyn, though. So maybe a Sufjan sighting? We shall hope.

Ooh, I feel a little colder, and the Christmas music has only been playing for 45 seconds.
Oh my! Is that a breeze I feel coming through my window?
It is!
I've made the cold come!
Oh man, it feels so good.
When cereal and cold water don't remedy the heat, never fear friends.
Christmas music will.
You can always trust Christmas music.
Except at Christmas time.
Then it is just a bunch of fickle notes joined together that just about anyone will sing.
Just hear those sleigh bells jingling. Just hear them, guys. It's lovely weather...

The heat also makes my hair flat.
What a disaster.
It also makes me kind of pass out. Like, sleep wise.
I just go *clunk* and I am gone. Hours pass by. I am dead to the world.
Its more likely I have some sort of multiple personality disorder and do drugs in my time of "unaware-ness". It would explain a lot.
Probably not probable, though...But likely? No...
Not likely...
Plausible? Eh...
Enlightening?
Yes.

Um...I'm bored.
I can't really do homework in this muggyness.
And there's nothing else to do...
Hm..
Oh! I can finish my Fitzgerald book.
I have 2 and a half short stories left.
And then I will have nothing else of his to read.
Well, not with me, anyways.
I'ma read Tender Was The Night next.
The crazy old cowboy man I sat next to on the train ride told me it was really good.
I choose to believe him.

Oh. My. My, oh my oh my oh my oh my oh my oh my. Oh my times 10 billion.
BILLION.
On the way back from my Southbound train excursion, I had to transfer trains for the last like, 30 minutes of the trip to get to a smaller city.
Oh my goodness.
So, we're pulling into Seattle, and I hear something about a train that's going to Chicago and blah, blah, blah, "Oh, that's cool". The crazy old cowboy man said it was a 2 day trip and that he wanted to try it sometime and that it was called the Empire Builder. And I too wanted to go on it sometime.
So, I get out of the train, and wait for my next one to come.
And as I waited, I saw there was only one line.
And I thought, "Oh, that can't be my train. Its the one going to Chicago, and I don't think its stopping by where I need to go.
I was wrong.
It was the train I was supposed to get on!
It it was awfully hard to get out of, too.
I really didn't want to... I could of just stayed on...found an empty bed...go to Illinois....
I was superly jealous of all my fellow travelers who were lucky enough to stay on.
But what are the chances? It gave me jitters of happiness.
And it was a double decker train. So I got to climb up these cool, narrow stairs and be up all high and stuffs. I thoroughly enjoyed myself for those 30 minutes.
Haha, I almost missed my stop, too because I was in the last car, and didn't recognize we were stopped at the station because we were so far back.
"Whoops...it's been two days? How did I end up in Chicago? Huh? I have to stay here a few days before the next train going back comes? Oh, how dissapointing... I'll just have to make the best of it, I guess..."

I don't even know what homework I need to do....
I have a math quiz tomorrow.
And it's a half day.
And we're getting out at 10:20 something?
To get yearbooks?
I dunno.
So confusing.

I don't get a yearbook, though. Because no one told me ALL library books are due today.... or else you don't get your yearbook. Bahhhh.
Oh well.
I can wait.
I may try to sneak out and just go home early if all we're doing is eating and signing stuff.

Or...I may take the bus to el Mall and go to Forever 21 and try on an amazing plaid dress I saw yesterday.
Plaid, ftw.
I want it very badly.
Oh dear, did they have the cutest stuff there yesterday.
I loved it all.
There was also a plaid jacket/shirt thing. Mmmmmm mmmm mmm.

I hate Christmas parties...you and the cookie tray, both hear me say...buh-hum-bug...
I look under the tree, but there's nothing to see, cause its a broken heart your giving me...

My expadition into the Christmas music world has welcomed a slight breeze.
And with that...and it being almost 10....I bid you...a lovely farewell.