So, cthulu last night was a bit odd. I lost my wand and my glove, but I gained some kind of sensitivity staff. Huh. Next time I talk to satan I want to give it more power. The upshot is I'm still alive. Neo died. Emily lost a leg and the hammer of torr which was a bit dumb. Some kid named lunchbox shot a baby out of a gun. It saddened me. Not because it was a baby, but because I had a girl moment. I don't. Like. Having. Girl. Moments. Then again I was hormonal, pissy, and tired throughout that night anyway for no reason. Jason's taking his SAT's today. I think. Hopefully the snow wont eat them.
The reason i came here was because of an odd thought I had. Stemming from carrot juice, which has become my second milk. I've been going through about two gallons of odwalla 100% pressed carrot juice per week lately. And then I had this thought.

Carrot juice to me is like a decent boyfriend.
-I love it, and some other people also like it, but most people don't know it very well.
-People often approve of you drinking it because it's healthy, but they wouldn't do it themselves.
-Improves sight.
-Doesn't make you feel fat. (Note: looking fat and feeling fat are different. feeling fat and feeling full are oft one and the same).
-People wont steal it from you.
-You look trendy when walking around with it in your hand.
-Applied orally (I stand firmly on first base when I say this, freaks).
-Gives you energy.
-Clears up your skin.
-Family gets happy and annoying when you start drinking it.
-A little more expensive than regular juice, but worth it.

I could go on, but I got other things to do. I love you Carrot Juice.
And Jay-chan. Let's not forget him. I'd take him over carrot juice any day.
O yeah, young bull's got a xanga now. He 'ent posted anything yet, but it'll be there at some point I 'spose.
Quigley and I started the AMP mural yesterday. So frickin' excited. My very own giant, obnoxious, self-promoting painting. Hooray for defacing school property without administrative permission! (I love you quigley).

"An artist is his own fault"-John O'Hara

Alright, I officially have an overactive imagination.
I tune into Launch to see my usual repetoire of music videos when there is a "The Ring" video, ending with a thing telling me to go to www.she-is-here.com. Now I went expecting an official movie site with details about the next movie. Nope. Instead I get this crazy-ass psycho mc website that somehow is trying to blur reality with this hollywood crud. And I would love to be able to tell myself it's just a movie. Really, I would. But for some reason this damn website creeped me to the point of shame. Mainly I'm writing this so I can see how stupid I sound so I can just go back, but I'm having issues at this point. I mean, the minute i go to watch "the tape" my damn phone rings and I pick it up and it's this little breathy thing, then a dial tone. No "7 days" but still fuckin creepy as hell. I fucking hate movies. This is why I never watch them. None the less, I'm going to march my ass back to that site right now because quite frankly I'm ashamed at myself. It's HOLLYWOOD. goddamnit...
O fucking hell, I didn't do it. Why am i so goddamn stupid?
Because I believe in everything. That's why. errrrr.
Will somebody else please put an end to my brain (especially emily), can you watch "Thuh tape" *dum dum dum* and please tell me this site is a load of bullcrap, because my goddamn brain is all "a little girl is going to jump out the screen and attack you hannah blahblablah!"
I am so sick of being afraid of stupid shit.

"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent"-Elanor Roosevelt