my day

Hello out there internet people.

Today I shall break the mould and actually do a conventional journal entry In which I talk about my day.

Today I went to the naturopath. She put me on the diet that will leave ma with very little to eat. I suppose I should give it a good go. Any thing’s worth it really.

Tonight my parents were late home and so we had kfc, a real great way to kick off a diet!

Guides was fun, we did indoor caving. It was so much easier when I was little. I gave up when I got stuck the first time. However wise and mighty Carrie used her cunningness to get me to do it again, and I did and am very proud. Of course now all of me aches with a dull pain and there is a suspicious swelling on my left fore arm that I predict will start to turn some very pretty colours in the next few days.

Indoor caving is certainly a work out but I think my bones would be mush if I did it every day. I need to figure out how to enjoy exercise more. Maybe I could take my Walkman with me on the next walk.

I still haven’t painted my puppet, partly cause it scares me a bit, as it has meaning and substance unlike my usual pretty happiness. My sailor moon model now needs major work after the trauma of gluing. Dad had to drill holes and insert wire in order to get her head on. I have started a little obsession with screen printing but my first crude attempt failed and I have sought help from battanga. I really must get going on the penguin army…maybe I should clean my room first.

Catherine said something scary today. She said I was trying to turn into Carrie. I don’t think so. I think I have just adopted some of her cooler expressions. I tend to mimic a bit by nature. I’m still me. I still hate salad fingers.

I am typing this in word. I have the help assistant there. I like the help assistant. I used to have the annoying paper clip, who I kinda feel sorry for cause it is so happily oblivious to how annoying it is. Now I have the cat, which I like much better, much to my guilt of hurting the paperclip’s feelings.

Here is yet more evidence of my tendency to sympathise with things that aren’t even real.

I must go now. I have horde of bunnies to draw.

Tata