One time I went to a goodwill far far away and found a book of short stories with a lovely cover containing a lake and trees perhaps. I also found a glorious mens' shirt, long sleeved with differnt colored squares all over, a button up.

Then I left them at Simonne's house and they got lost.

I still think about those two things sometimes, the book I never got to read, the shirt I never got to wear.

I need to be social tomorrow, I'll go out with my mommy on a date to buy some fancy Birkenstocks because that is how I roll.

Then maybe we will buy some medium for my oil paints so I can paint my own crap in between classes...

Homework before Monday.

And I said I'd probably hang out with Simonne. That is my social obligation. I'm a fool.

It's pretty much a fact that there are always hot hot hot guys at Savers. It's strange I know, but it's something I believe. Then when my family went without me recently (ahasdh!!!!) my sister came home and told be she saw a handsome man with dark hair, facial hair and dark blue eyes. Apparently he also had a lip ring (eh, im starting to like piercings on guys less and less) and maybe a tattoo?

I forget. Regardless, it proves my point. Deep in the trenches of...Waipahu or something, where there are many scary local people and Samoans that hate white people. Where the parking spots are always tight and the ground is full of trash, where there is a Popeyes that was actually that chicken fast food restaurant place that Hurley worked at in "Lost" (cuz Lost is filmed herez), here is where the Savers of hot guys is. Just down the road from a prison, with homeless peoples never lacking.

My mom and I watched a movie called "Karla" tonight, we ordered it from the on demand thing on my dvr. Laura Prepon was on it, it was apparently about two big serial killers in Canada, the "Barbie and Ken." It was good, we both enjoy disturbing, dramatic, psychological movies like that, and ones with serial killers and such. This was on the more disturbing side, even for me. They were both mentally inept.

The wellbutrin is supposed to curb my appetite, I think it is and that's good. I've gained weight but my mom insists I was too too skinny before.

My boobs are freaking huge, I kid you not. They are gi-normous.