As much as I feel I'm obligated to, the motivation to post every day is wearing down, due to the speculation that no one actually reads this blog anymore anyway. IF YOU READ THIS PL0X LEAVE A TAG. Otherwise I'll stop posting and start collecting Pokémon cards and sniffing vegetarian crack in my excuse of a basement.

Okie dokie, yesterday was relatively eventful, as could be inferred from my lack of bloggular activity. Went to the dentist in the morning, half expecting to get away with a pat on the head, some brushing advice and a sugar-filled lollipop, but life is never that easy is it? They found four cavities and a cracked fissure, which took an hour to fully.. fix. It was so painful by the second cavity that I had to ask for that numbing thing that rendered my lips feelingless and made me look like a retard during lunch.

Okay, then last minute got invited to Daron's place for a birthday parteh! Which was kinda fun. Even though I'm COMPLETELY hopeless and badminton and squash and can't swim for nuts. Then we watched a horror movie! The Orphanage, which was really very nice, personally, to me. *spoiler* Its kinda ironic that the mom accidentally caused the death of her child in the end, but that really adds to everything, especially the last part which was so sweet. I love that show. */spoiler* Then the bunch of them had this mass orgy phototaking session thing while I silently sat in the corner twitching from exposure to excessive. Squishiness. Apparently I'm the family cat.

Ah, and if there are two things I really don't like, its vulgarities and physical contact. Like, really. I twitch at every mention of the f word, priding myself at never having used it (/overstatement) and cringe when my dad puts his hand on my shoulder. I do not. Like people touching me. Most, at least.

I wonder if its a Libra nature to be too busy to give a damn about other people. My mom promised to try playing video games a year ago, and said she would sign up to Paypal last month (technically accurate), and has done neither. Busy busy busy. UGH.

School's reopening and I need a ton of money to get myself new stationary at least, considering my largely vandalized pencil box. *cough cough*. Doesn't help that I spent my savings on GTA4 which my mom promptly confiscated.

Oh well, back to reality we guess.

Azazyl

Stench of humanity,
The rot of those fair.
Despair!
Of lost sanity and
Dreams never there.