My sister turns nine tomorrow, and since she wants yet can’t have a pet bird, I put some fake ones on the edges of her presents. In the book store I struggled quite a bit over what books to get her, and had to call Kat and see if she thought they were too hard. In the end we chose the first two books of “The Sisters Grimm” series. I hope she likes them. She also has some candles decorated with pretty birds and a calligraphy set coming her way as well. Assuming the calligraphy set doesn’t cost a small fortune.

I’m not sure what I’m going to do now. Maybe I’ll watch a movie or play Silent Hill 3. Or finish up my journal. Or paint. The choices are endless.

LISTEN TO THIS SONG.

Yeah. Peach pie. Expect cherry and strawberry rhubarb photos soon. I’m very spoiled. By the way, the reason I had you listen to that song (hopefully you made it to the vocals at least) is so I could share with you my surprise when I discovered the vocalist was none other than Scarlett mother fucking Johansson. First of all, I love this song. Second of all, she sings it really brilliantly. Finally, I listened to a few songs that were on her new album and didn’t really like them. At all. But this blew me away! I wish she had done more with this voice than whatever indie weird shit she tried for the album.

What’s your vote?

Oh, oh, oh.
Kat’s making pork chops and mashy-p tonight.
Holy shit, right?

You know, typically I wouldn’t care, but very rarely do we actually make “plans”. (In fact, I can think of one other instance.) And I guess it felt like we went out of our way to find a day that would work so I could talk about some things that have been bothering me and then he sort of blew me off. I’m pretty sure this is exactly why I feel so isolated. How am I supposed to talk about things now?

Luckily I have some time to get over this before we talk again, but man. It felt really good. (That was sarcasm.) I’m wondernig now if I did or said something to cause it. Which is probably the case. Maybe I shouldn’t let it bother me so much. I probably shouldn’t.

It could also be that my heart is being a cuntrag at the moment, as well as yesterday. I went to the theatre last night knowing I wasn’t feeling well. And I shouldn’t have driven, I knew that. Midway through the film I remember thinking, “Oh, I’m going to barf.”

But I waited until the end, then promptly went into the bathroom and started vomitting. I can always tell when it’s my heart and not regular sickness just because of a) the way I feel before hand and b) it’s not food or anything, it’s like this watery filmly bluey goo. (Sorry if this was too much detail.) A funny event went sort of like this, if I remember right. I was in a stall so I’m not sure who said what:

Boozy: OMG there’s someone puking in the bathroom and it’s SOOOOO gross
Kat & Cole: …. Was it Sara?
*they all re-enter the bathroom*
Boozy: Sawa?
Me: *meekly* uuhhhhh yesss
Boozy: I didn’t know it was you!!! I would have stayed and been supportive!
Me: I puked so hard it came out my nose!
Kat: Thanks for the overshare.
Boozy: Ew. Ew.
Me: So much for being supportive!!
Me: *PUKE*
Them: EWWWWOMG

Today Mallory moves to California. She’s out of Michigan already, and has promised to take lots and lots of pictures.

This may sound weird, but at least I got to live with her before we had to “grow up”. I wish we could go back to the days where our biggest worry was who was going to be Dominique Dawes and who was going to be Dominique Moceanu.

But I think, honestly, we’re going to be okay. Both of us.