Tonight was quite nice. I tend to forget that work can actually be enjoyable, when you're working with the right people.

And then after work there was ice cream... mmm... ice cream. Though the word on the street is to avoid the avocado flavour. (Duh?)

And then there was a pathetic attempt at star-gazing, sadly cut short by our extreme wimpiness. There might have been coyotes in those woods! And there were strange creaky noises! And dark shadows! Oh so very scary. Still, the adrenaline rush was fun.

Sooo... self-loathing is fun, huh?

I'm hoping this is just post-Europe blahness. I don't like it.

I'm going to play the Sims now. It's better than watching TV, right? Bleh.

Oh, and then there's my horoscope for tomorrow:

Okay, it's time. You know exactly who you are, and someone else is about to make a wondrous discovery. Speak from your heart. Act as
your body tells you. After all the time you've spent imagining and preparing for it, this is the real thing. Don't just stand there in
awe -- join in the festivities. Out of all of the parties you've been to, this is the one you should leave with the knowledge that you were
one of the most active participants, Taurus.

Bwahahaha. I have no idea who I am, and my heart is completely uncommunicative.

Ugh.

I'm sorry, the self-indulgent whiny posts will stop soon. I promise.

Y'ever feel so pathetic you annoy yourself?

I'm going to go run a marathon or write a novel or knit an entire fall wardrobe now.

Or maybe just clean my room. Ehn... it's a start.

How can anyone not like breasts? Pfft.

I got up five and a half hours ago and I have yet to do anything today. I suck.

No, I lie, I downloaded a bunch of Gonzales songs. Yay.

But other than that, I suck.