Very wise was he.

I am done with school for the next few months. Hurrah for sodding American school system. Its about 4.24 am. I am hiccuping with mad skillz and Nature Boy-ing my early morning away. New CD buying time is looming. I know in this day and age, you'd wonder why one would buy CDs when everything is so readily available on the internet. I choose to buy it because. I own every one he's ever put out, which is not a whole lot, but they are all marvelous nonetheless. He is insanely talented, with vocals so smooth it can make butter melt. Yes, butter. With no help from the microwave.

I have been sitting in a bit of a funk today, I don't really know why. Hell yes I do. I need a hug. Poo. I talked to a police man today, he was sort of brash, but in a "I am looking out for your safety so I have to be abrasive and stand-off ish" sort of way. He was nice, answered my silly questions while I was high off Sour Skittles. Which are the Dalai Lama of tiny sour candy by the way. Shucks, I wish totally independent existence was possible. It would be nice to never need anyone for anything, anytime.

God bless Nat King Cole, rest his soul. As well as Patrick Wolf, may he remain fashionably pale and skinny today, tomorrow and forever. Things have been pretty chirpy chirpy around me of late, which is a good thing I suppose. I haven't had a decent conversation with Gloria in ages. I feel my insides deteriorate as time passes. (She's the practical, logical one of the two of us, so I have to be the Drama-Mama one who says her insides deteriorate without the other) In any case, good things are happening too. I get to have a haircut soon! Daddy is coming to town! I get to dress up for an actual occasion! I have discovered fancy convertibility options I never knew about on this bra I've had for a while. Oh yes, and Summer summer summer! (Sorry Glor, I know that means Winter winter winter for you /hugg!)

I shall treat myself tomorrow to something I've been wanting to do for ages, but have always missed the opportunity for. Anyhow, Je suis fatigue. Je suis hors sulk d'aller dans un coin*. Yes, I am proving that I did learn a thing or two in Natali Leduc's lovely class. Hippies can teach French. They can also teach you how to melt records into lovely little bowl things to keep your change, balls of yarn or teeth etc. Gosh my French teacher was awesome, aside from her mean-ness grade wise. :)

* I am tired. I'm off to go sulk in a corner