Elliott Smith was a killer. This damn giutar. Shame he's dead. Anyway. Let me tell you what happened: I redid the blog layout, right? All good and well. Then I went to sleep. Woke up && came to blog, and realized that the blog layout hadn't changed. Now, I don't know if you saw it, but there's not that big a difference. It just upset the shit out of me. So I couldn't blog till I had my temper under control. Don't ask me why that would upset me that much, I've been pissy lately.

Twilight. I had no interest in it at all till I saw thirty minutes of the movie. Then I was like, "okay that looks interesting." I'd always much rather read a book then watch a movie, so I asked my little sister if I could borrow the first book from her. I devoured it. Its a big book. Two hours. Its a good book. I have a feeling that, though the movie will be good, it'll be nothing on the book. I've gotta get my hands on the second one. I'm a fiend when it comes to reading. I'm reading something I jacked from my mom now. Historical fiction about lost artifacts. I love stuff like that. Da Vinci Code type stuff. Makes you believe in magic, plus all of its completely possible.

I thought about God a lot today. Not quite ready to speak on that though. I've got to mash the thoughts up so that they're tolerable for your weak systems. Wouldn't want you getting sick or anything. What a shame that would be.

Jay Adams thinks he's gonna steal my Christmas. Psh fucking Ka. He can have it if he reimburses me. Wait, what was that? Didn't think so.

I've also worked everyday, for eight hours, since Thursday. My insomnia's kicking up, so I'll get about three hours of sleep, then about 8 hours of work. Do that for five days straight, and then try to spell the hardest word you can think of without spell check. Its a pain in the fucking ass. Apparently I can sell popcorn in my sleep though, cus I don't remember a damn thing about being at work, and they told me I had the highest sales of the day. Woot?

I clean better at night. At like two in the morning, when I'm starting to think about getting tired. It calms my mind down. I get to run all those random last minute thoughts out of my head, so when I lay down I can try to focus on actually being tired. I'm a slob in the day time, but I'm actually a neat freak at night. I have to straighten up everything. And it has to be perfect, or I'll mess the shit up again so I can try over tomorrow. I know, its a sickness. I'm actually a perfectionist, and thats my biggest weakness.

My moms friend is here from San Fran. She's sick, poor lamb. I can call her poor lamb cus she's 4'11. She's 41 years old, but she's 4'11, so I can call her whatever pet name I want. I've been taller than that woman since I was nine. However, she's flawless. Rolled into my lowly apartment with three pieces of Louis Vuitton luggage and shit, made me want to step my game up. Didn't feel so bad when she passed the fuck out. That was at 4 pm. Its 12:10 and my mom said she could wake up at any time, so I'm cowering in my room, trying not to play my music too loud.

I don't think there's anything else to say. Me and my twin are starting a challenge tomorrow. She doesn't know it yet. I'ma tell her when she wakes up lol. One day a week, you've got to wear heels out of the house, for absolutely no reason. Just to be bomb for a day. You've gotta post a picture, to prove that you've done it. lol, thats some shit we would both completely do. We're terrible. I love and miss her.

I had a dream that I moved to LA and lived there for three years without ever telling Bruce I was in the city. In that dream, I was so happy. Thats terrible.

"No ones going to fool around with us. No one's going to fool around with us. So glad to meet you, Angeles"

-A.