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^Probably not in the right order, either.

But who cares, really?

I would post up a poem that I did on my livejournal...but...I believe that can wait for another day.

Here, at this moment, whenever you are reading this, I will bore your eyes out of their sockets. As it is said.

We're going shopping as soon as Pay Check Day comes along. For Shirts. My Mother, in all her glorious years of taking care of me, now realizes that one-at-a-time is the way to go. Or she shall have a rebellious mall hellion at her heels.

I hate school shopping; I hate shopping in general. It's torture, walking around a people-infested building all day long with no rest and only the Food Court in sight. That's what the mall is for people, FOOD COURT.

Though, I do like most of the stores that don't scream: OMGLOOKATMEI'MGLITTER!(*cough*) or WTFLOOKATMEI'MGOTH/EMO! As I'm sure many know to which exclamation fits what store.

I like, especially, Barnes and Nobles simply because I am a book and manga nerd. I mean, that's the only reason I really GO besides possible movie watching and school shopping, or just Mother wanting to shop, in general.

Ah, and to Louisiana and smoke-infested trailers we ride at the first week of August! HURRAH! oh the mighty will fall on this trip through hazardous trails and possible tickets! Oh the weak weep tears of worry and anguish.

Though, I must say, on the plus side, my favorite Aunt is coming! Huzzah! Go Aunt Donna.(she's the only one I call aunt to her face...I guess she's always been more of an "aunt" to the title than the others who I say merely first names.)

I have just realized how totally hopeless my mother is with computers. Didn't know how to add her name to some petition or somefink and forward it. See? But do not laugh at her plight as many parents suffer so.

Ah, and the call of the little box filled with a message from either Sen or Yuuki interrupts my rant to which I am amazed you have gotten this far before running away, crying into your shirts and wishing fully you had not read something so boring and utterly dreadful. And off I go to the merry land of possible consumption of the ever illustrious bowl of soft cream commonly known as Ice Cream and hours of brain cell destroying T.V.

~Signing Out!~