I purposely didn't plan to do anything tonight because i was so excited to finally enjoy my own company without any distractions. Turns out i'm not that exciting after all. Who would have thought?? One of those 'grass is always greener on the other side' complexes i guess. I seem to only really like lying on my bed listening to cd after cd for ridiculous amounts of time. I think that's why i don't know the song titles to any songs ever. They're all just one long giant track. Too much effort to read and switch songs and stuff.

Long armed, floppy fish.

I'm a big fat liar...and officially moving in september. The deal was sealed this afternoon, which means i'm gonna have a cat soon and won't need anybody after that. Except i need a place to live first. That would be ideal.

My cat's name is going to be Rainbow Bright.

I'm also very excited about this Canada day weekend. We found a cottage in Peterborough on a beach with sand and stuff and it apparently comes with a miscellaneous cat, which i might kidnap and call Yogi-bear. I'm going to go sea-dooing and canoing (sp?)and roast marshmellows with only people i love. It doesn't really get better than that. Except for the part where they gamble and i don't and then i'm bored until someone loses and keeps me company.

Except i have to work tomorrow first. It better be busy or i just might not be too happy. Speaking of work. Looks like i might be getting promoted soon. But it's top-secret because i don't want to jinx it. I don't think it's anything big, mostly more money because i'm awesome and key responsibilities and getting in even more trouble if i'm late. I like the money part.

OMG today Katrina made deep-fried, battered mars bars and they were so frikin good. They looked disgusting but holy shit, my mouth is watering just thinking about them.

Just realizing how ridiculously stable i have been feeling over the past month. Almost classifiably verbose. My indifferentness and random bouts of depression have pretty much been a non-issue...PMS and all. And i guess it's not such a coincidence that that is pretty much the exact amount of time i've been going to the gym regularly. I know that people always say exercising helps with your moods, but i didn't realize it would actually make this much difference.

Although I decided i proably have to chill out on the gym. My period is just not coming and i guess it's because my body thinks it's over-exerting itself. I'm retaining a lot of frikin water and am getting more and more irritable, what's new though. Never-ending PMS. I feel like such a cow or maybe a water balloon, especially today for some reason. It's got to come, it's just got to. I want to sleep on my stomache again.

I can't believe i'm moving.