IT'S TOO BLOODY HOT.

'Scuse my British profanity, but it's true. It got up to 107 degrees Farenheit (did I spell that right? Do I care?) today. Bah. Besides that, I had my Swing Dance final tonight, in a non-air-conditioned basement gym. By the time that was over, I felt really sick. I got home, had a Maalox, and put a washcloth around my neck. Except that I spent some time in the bathroom first. I didn't want to put ANYTHING in my mouth, not even Maalox. However, Maalox helps muchly. Also, I thought that Alex had gone home after bringing me home from the final. He does, after all, have a math final tomorrow. However, he was worried about me, so he stayed until I got out of the bathroom. Alex is a sweetie, and I love him to pieces. I feel much better now, but it's still too hot. I sit here with Maalox in my belly, a washcloth around my neck, windows open, and a fan blowing air into my face. I should go to bed soon.

On another note, why, oh why, do junkmail people think that I am interested in hypnotizing women into bed? Also, what makes them think I want to meet anyone who is looking for a lover over the internet? Stupid junkmail people. I sometimes think there is a special hell for them. Well, maybe not that severe, but still...

Loki remains a good kitty. He has, apparently, taken to knocking things over. This is not good, but we must break him of this habit. Yis.

Watched Dogma yesterday. Good movie, but a little too bloody for my taste. I still liked it muchly. The Metatron ROCKS. Unfortunately, I would occasionally imagine him saying, "Mr. Potter...our new...celebrity," in a creepy voice. See this film. It really made me think about God and stuff. My beliefs about God haven't changed, but I like seeing how other people see God, religion, the world, and so on. Also, Jay is a total dork. Silent Bob is relatively cool.
And in case you're wondering, no, we did not name the kitten after the angel Loki. The name reminded us of the Norse god of mischief. So there. :P

I was thinking today, for some reason, about LJ. You know, if you write in your LJ like I write in mine, putting down your thoughts as they occur to you, and then you give someone else the addy so they can read your LJ, it's almost like giving them the key to a private bit of your life. Of course, keeping a journal on LJ isn't exactly private, but...I still put thoughts here that just flow from my mind. I try not to edit too much out. I wonder what my mom, dad, or fiancee' would think of this little bit of my brain? How odd.

Now I must go and see if it is cool enough to go to bed. I must also, eventually, write a story about cats and portals. Goodnight!

P.S. I WAS A HAPPY CHILD
lucky you. you were what every child should be.
carefree. optimistic. and happy.
what kind of child were you?
(brought you by april)
Are you surprised? You shouldn't be.