I am moving into our fridge. Air conditioning is no use at this point.

I just got told I'm not a true Harry Potter fan because I'm not going to the midnight premiere by someone who hasn't even read the books. Whut?

Honestly, if you're going to take offense with something, message me back telling me WHY instead of just leaving. . . I was only joking at the double reference and you've made your share in your time. Honestly, I'm thinking of going outside for once and actually talking to people face-to-face.

I want Autumn, I want Autumn, I want Autumn!!! I hate, hate, hate, hate heat! Waaah!

Worst. Day. I feel like poop. I hope I cheer up in time for HP tonight.

I just feel lonely and awful and sad and weepy. I want to go home and cuddle my cat.

I somehow got my scheduling mixed up and didn't walk the dog I was supposed to for the past two days. I feel horrible, I can't believe I screwed things up so badly! :'(

So. 4 days in the hospital. 28 wires attached to my head overnight. 1-4 inches of hair left.

Yeah. I'm great...

Potterheads are pissing me off. I'm a self-proclaimed Harry Potter nerd, and I know a hell of a lot about the series (pretty much every piece of released information is bumping around in my noggin) but the release of the final movie has now apparently made 796846513545476847654 people super-massive-holy-shit-this-is-fucking-awesome-potato fans of the movies. I'm sick of seeing it everywhere and I never thought I'd reach this day.

I am so tired, anxious, worried and I feel like I haven't slept in 10 days. What the heck, brain? I thought I had a pretty good sleep last night!

I hate how people with 3 subscribers put up voice auditions videos for their series when they don't know of CC, cheats, or non-maxis housing. It makes me want to shoot the person who didn't tell them about Google.

EDIT: OH, FUCK. DON'T EVEN. I link you to the article and all I get is a "didnt help, tl;dr "

I weep for this girl inside, I really do.

Even if I wake up at this hour (12:00 pm), I'm still sleepy. Argh, and what am I going to do when college begins, when I'll have to wake up at friggin' 6:00 am!? Will I die, or something???

While I was at Stanford, my sister cleaned my room. (Just for the record, I'm currently living in my parents' room - they don't use it.) I'm sort of glad she did but.. she moved everything. I can't find most of my stuff. Including a very important notebook full of depressing things I wrote when I thought my friend was dead. That shouldn't be important to me, but it is.. and I can't find it. I don't know where the hell she PUT everything. My bookcase looks pretty much the same. The closet still looks the same.

I CAN'T FIND ANYTHING. WHERE DID SHE PUT EVERYTHING?

There is something wrong with my head. The headaches won't go away.

This weather is friggin ridiculous. Yesterday it was 27 degrees and blindingly sunny, I was wearing shorts and a tank top while walking a dog and I had a river of sweat down my back. Today it is 12 degrees (even colder than that now that it's night), cloudy and raining periodically. I wore my fall jacket while out with Mick, and we just put a fire on in the wood stove. Yes, a FIRE, in July, it is truly that cold.

I've lived in Nova Scotia all my life, we get crazy weather, but this weather is just insane.

Petty vent.

I'm so jealous of everyone sitting in that theater watching HP7.

EDIT: Also, I'm still finding bits of rubbery glue stuff from the EEG in my hair. -.- Gross.

the heat is killing me!!!

Oh, I know the feeling.

1. I'm worried because we're taking a twenty-freakin'-six foot uhaul with a Grand Caravan being towed on the back from New Mexico to Missouri. And there's only three seats. We need to cram my mother, brother, cousin, me, and my two cat carriers AND food AND clothing into the cab.
2. I'm rather sad because I probably won't be here on Becca and I's six month anniversary. 3:
3. I'm coughing up pork and beans. The can said it would expire in like, two years, so why would I think they were rotten? *facedesk*

My grandma died. She's been sick on and off for five years and, every time she's gotten sick, we've been worried that it'll be the last time. The woman truly has nine lives, but I guess she finally used all of them up. Because of her years of poor health, I think I've been emotionally ready for this for a long time, so on the bright side, I'm not really devastated or anything. I'm going to miss her like hell, but it's been a long time coming and it's what's best for her.

So not looking forward to the barrage of "I'm sorry"'s from everyone I see in the next month, though. I know that it's always well-intentioned, but it gets repetitive, and I don't like being pitied.

My uterus feels like it's being stabbed by a machete, a butcher knife and a boxcutter all at once.

I search for "jobs for an autistic 15 year old" and all that comes up are reports of missing children. Lovely.

I'm tired, thirsty, hungry and hot (not turned on, might I add, but hot because of this stupid summer). Oh, and bored. Guh-reat!

This heat is making me incredibly grumpy.

Even the smallest things people do, whether it be humming to themselves, misplacing my things or just even their very PRESENCE makes me want to kill someone. >.<