I was thinking, as I was driving to my dads tonight, wouldn’t it be weird if you are driving in the dark, and suddenly you saw like all these silhouettes of people on the road… and you realised they are wearing black from head to toe… and so you stop because you don’t want to run them over… even though you were going fairly fast… and you’re scared to death, of course… and you stopped and they start to surround your car… what happens next? I was just thinking anyway because I saw one of those CIA/SWAT team looking white windowless vans on the side of the road.

I was going to post about the dead cat that I’ve been driving over for the past month.

I was going to report on the research I did on worldwide plastic shopping bag consumption for my final speech (persuasive): A trillion a year, about 2% are recycled.

I was going to tell you about my photobucket I set up so you could see screen shots from Tibia. I think if you go to photobucket.com and search ‘Silv12′ you’ll find it… And I just checked that and yes, it works…

I was going to tell you that I put in notice at work… and geez, today and tomorrow are my lasts days.

I was going to tell you that this is finals week, and I haven’t registered for classes next quarter.

Well. There’s always a lot to say. Of course. So, stay tuned.

I moved back in with my momishka. I switch every six months to year, depending on who pisses me off. I’m a week in and it’s okay, not perfect. I’m constantly cold and hungry (aka POOR). But on the other hand, mom’s been alright and I’ve a helluva time chasing the dog around the house. It’s closer to school, further from work. Who cares about stupid work though? I need a new job. They’re giving me twelve hours a week this month.

At least I can resume my weekly visits to Seattle. Things at The Apartment have apparently become fractious. I can’t wait to investigate the situation.

Blah. My brother is leaving soon, back to Chile. He was going to get married Sunday, but he (they) decided to postpone. I think I’ll post soon on how much I absolutely despise other people in relationships. Especially relationships that came out of NO WHERE and stole away my precious brother.

Do you realise that I’ll be participating in the election this year? Yep, I will be 18 by November… and I’ll use this opportunity to brag that my birthday is 9.9.90. Is your birthday that cool? I bet not. No prelims for me– but Osama or, hopefully Hils will have my support.

My boobs are getting bigger. I’ve been dismissing it for the past year, but I will now address the issue. They can now be classified as normal-small. No longer the astonishingly teeny Paris Hilton-like rack that I coveted. I’m sad. I don’t want to be bosomy. Bosomy is actually a word. Who knew?

And now, brace yourselves.

MY HAIR STRAIGHTENER BROKE!  I know, I’m fucked. Fucked fucked fucked, sober, tight and dry as a socket. Ew…

Yes! It’s DRACO MALFOY aka Tom Felton! Hot damn that bleach blonde hair and accent make me swoooon! In the spirit of this, I’m adding the Gryffindor Gazette to my blogroll. Yeah, the layout of the site is excruciating but ya’ll know you need an HP fix once in a while.

Here are my (condensed– seriously, they give you a freakin novel) results. I sound pretty terrible.

You use judgment to make decisions. You are ruled by your head, not your heart. You are a cool, collected person who is usually inexpressive emotionally. Some may see you as unemotional. You do have emotions but has no need to express them. You are withdrawn into yourself and enjoy being alone. The circumstances when you do express emotions include: extreme anger, extreme passion, and tremendous stress. If someone gets you mad enough to tell them off, you’re not sorry about it later. You put a mark in your mind when someone angers you. You keep track of these marks and when you hit that last mark you let them know they have gone too far.

You are ruled somewhat by self-interest. All of your conclusions are made without outside emotional influence. In a relationship, you show your love by the things you do rather than by the things you say. Saying “I love you” is not a needed routine because you feel your mate should already know. The only exception to this is if you have logically concluded that it is best for your mate to hear you express your love verbally.

You can be defiant. You sometimes have the attitude that if someone doesn’t like it the way you are doing it, then they can just “go to hell!” This trait may reveal itself in a rebellious nature that is always ready to resist forces which you think are infringing upon your freedom of action.

In reference to your mental abilities, you have a very investigating and creating mind. You investigate projects rapidly because you are curious about many things.

You are having some confusion in your physical life. You are examining the past to give you answers about some of your physical desires. You might be trying to find a balance between your philosophical beliefs and your natural physical desires.

Often, your opinion of yourself is different than those around you. This trait gives you the ability to deny anything that does not agree with your “truth”. This trait is not always something negative. It is only a defense mechanism allowing you not to face some reality in your life at this time.

Pasta is empty calories, right? I still love it. I’d like to learn the different names of pastas. So far, I can successfully identify lasagna, spaghetti and linguine. Maybe next time I’m in Italy I’ll take a class or something. HA. Kidding. Victor, wipe that disgusted look off your face. Actually, I didn’t eat much pasta in Italy. Spaghetti is standard to menus but I honestly can’t stomach tomato sauce. I mostly just ate cheese pizza and chocolate gelato. Okay yeah, I know pizza has tomato sauce too, but it doesn’t envelope it in lukewarm chunky sliminess. Sounds pleasant? Uh no.