Anyway. I picked up a white button down shirt, a black sweater that looks like a motorcycle jacket, and a pair of skintight black pants. For shoes, I’m trying to decide between huge black platform sandals, or my pair of black patent leather heels. I didn’t realize it till I put everything together, but I’m going to look totally badass. LOL.

I can’t believe this weather we’re having. It was fucking hailing yesterday. HAILING! Is that normal for October? Eesh. I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised, though… we Clevelanders are no strangers to bizarre weather.

Crap, it’s 2AM?! I should go sleep.

I know I haven’t been around here much, mainly ’cause working on a new theme has been consuming all of my attention. I’ll be back soon, though. Don’t worry.

Things with Phoenix are totally up in the air right now. I may not be able to start classes next week, because of a disagreement about tuition payments. My dad needs to learn the difference between aggression and assertiveness, and that there’s plenty of ways to get your point across without intimidating people and acting like a total asshole. He flipped his shit on my counselor, and I feel like his behavior reflects onto how people see me. I hate having to apologize for him all the time.

I went to the video store last night and picked up a bunch of movies… I finally rented Fur, mainly because it’s one RDJ film that I hadn’t seen. Man, it was fucking bizarre. It’s a fictional biopic based on the life of the photographer Diane Arbus, and it’s incredibly hard to explain. RDJ plays a man with some disease that causes him to be covered in fur, all over. There’s drag queens and nudists and people with physical deformities… it was pretty graphic and full of scenes depicting various fetishes. I liked it, but watching it definitely made me feel like I was tripping. LOL.

I finally started a new layout that I actually like, so I’m off to work on that some more.

I went to orientation today for Phoenix, and I start my classes on October 27! My enrollment guy is a jackass… he quit his job before sending in my registration paperwork. My new counselor called me yesterday, and he talks so fast that I could barely understand him. I don’t even know what the fuck his name is.

My dad accidentally shaved off his eyebrows today, ’cause he put his clipper thing on the wrong setting. I should draw some on for him, the way I draw mine. We could match. LOL.

TURD AND I ARE GOING TO THE HAUNTED PRISON TONIGHT! YESSS. I’m totally taking an extra pair of underwear, in case I shit myself. LOL.

A few weeks ago, my cousin Carrie had a birthday party for her daughter, Ally, who just turned five. I can’t believe it… five years! Anyway. LOL. My family is doing Secret Santa this year, so Carrie passed out scraps of paper and had everybody write three things (Each under $30.) they want for Christmas. I couldn’t think of much, so I just put Urban Decay eyeshadow or an iTunes gift card. Afterwords, it got me thinking… what I really, really want for Christmas (or earlier, like now!) is to redo my wrist piercings.

I researched online why the past seven times I’ve done them, they all rejected and had to come out. Well, I was doing it wrong the whole time. Who knew? LOL. The right way to do it is with surface bars like this, not just straight barbells. That’s why the body rejects them… the area gets all stretched and the skin pushes them out. Yeah, I have about five scars from that happening. My asshole ex boyfriend clearly didn’t know what he was talking about.

I just emailed a place nearby, Body Revolution, to see if they do this type of thing. I’m on the edge of my seat, waiting for an email back. LOL.

Okay, throughout the whole dream, I was carrying around a bag of weed. It didn’t smell like weed, and I was pissed that I got ripped off. LOL.

It started out with me in the frozen food section of the grocery store, but instead of food products, there were school supplies on the shelves. I’m browsing around and Kid Rock randomly comes up behind me and says he needs a car alternator and a power drill. He walks away, and I notice that there’s a bunch of guys I went to gradeschool with, also checking out the frozen school supplies. I suddenly realize that one of them is this guy, Tom, that I had a crush on throughout most of gradeschool.

I have to pause for a minute and explain about Tom. (I jacked this picture from his Facebook profile. LOL.) Okay, since the start of high school, I’ve had recurring dreams about him. He lived in my neighbourhood when we were kids, on like the next street. After he went away to college in South Carolina, I found him on Facebook. I did the whole “Hey! It’s been years! How have you been?” thing, and then confessed in embarrassment about my creepy subconscious. He said it was weird timing, ’cause he had a feeling lately that he would get back in touch with someone from the past. He gave me his number and we talked on the phone a few times, catching up on the past six years. That was months ago, and we haven’t been in contact since. Until last night, I hadn’t had a Tom dream in a while.

Anyway. After the grocery store, I was in some weird factory that makes fabric. There were these huge machines rolling out all different colours of fleece. In another room, there was a big catwalk runway with rows of people sitting around it, and it was some kind of party where people were making toy dolls. I had one made that looked like me, wearing an outfit from Madonna’s “Lucky Star” era. Everyone was cheering and congratulating me, and Tom was sitting next to me, just as enthusiastic as everybody else.

Somewhere between that and when I woke up, I was in a car with Lorelai from Gilmore Girls. We were sitting in my driveway in the dark, and she was helping me figure out how to hide the bag of weed. I woke up wondering if I had actually smoked it before bed. LOL.

Eesh. That was crazy.

I’m officially enrolled in school! I have to go back next week for orientation, but then I can start my classes right away. My enrollment counselor guy is pretty cute, so I enjoy filling out paperwork with him. LOL.

I cleaned the house like a madwoman today. I didn’t realize how filthy our downstairs bathroom was until I used a bottle of bleach on it. Yeah, my OCD is finally good for something. I might have inhaled too much chemical fumes, though. If I don’t post for a while, it’s probably ’cause I’m dead. LOL.

I recently learned a lot of new colouring techniques for PhotoShop, so I’m going to fuck around with that for a while.

Oh, PS… I fell asleep the other night listening to The Doors, and I think I might have gotten brainwashed by Jim Morrison repeating “Mr. Mojo Risin’” over and over. LOL.

I’m just in a generally shitty mood. I canceled my appointment at Phoenix today ’cause I’m dying of cramps. Midol isn’t helping. Fuck.

Bedtime!