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Mood: Distracted
Listening to: this is discussed below.
Reading: joseph campbell.
Watching: the colours.
Drinking: i wonder if pumpkin pie coffee exists?

I decided to write a journal right now because I don't know why.

i'm listening to a lady from somewhere in Africa sing about things i don't really understand. it's from one of those putumayo presents albums. i have lots of those. but they're all mp3's. i only own the gypsy caravan one. and now it changed to depeche mode. itunes shuffle is weird yes? let's see what comes next. allen ginsberg and the beatles. it's from this thing called poetry meets music and there's songs and poets read their scribbles along with the music. i just lost some of my tea. oops.

i went to the mall on saturday and i raided the clearance section at old navy and got lots of red things. red is my favourite colour. i had a book when i was a kid called 'Red is Best.' It really is. and then i bought candles that smell like strawberry daiquiris but not because i'm an alcoholic or anything. and then i went to a store that had all these fairies in it but they didn't fly around or anything they just stayed still because somebody made them into statues and then people were buying them because they stayed still. i don't know why, what's the point of a fairy that can't fly? i imagine she would be very miserable. i have a fairy statue that i bought at a gardening store years and years ago but i don't keep it in a garden, it stays in my room..anyway i told her it's ok to fly around when i'm sleeping so i don't think she's miserable. at least i hope not. and then i got a gingerbread latte but it didn't taste like gingerbread men at all it tasted like the gucky stuff at the bottom of a cup of espresso. i always forget to not drink that part.

i watched something about ireland on national geographic channel and there was a man telling a story to a group of adults and they were in a castle. i wish i lived in a castle with a drawbridge and everything and then there would be crocodiles swimming in the water so nobody could get in if i didn't want them to. that would be very useful i think. because people are always coming in and handing me a gift of pressurepressurepresssure.

today is one of those days where i can't force myself to communicate like everyone else. when i'm feeling strong and brave i can sometimes do it but some days i can't so i dont talk much or i write stuff like this and then delete it later because i get uncomfortable when people see my insides.

my cat killed a mouse last week. it made me sad but i guess it's nature at work. i don't like touching dead things though because i'm convinced that they're not really dead and so when i touch them they might come back alive kind of like Ned on Pushing Daisies. but if it turned out that they came back alive to tell me lots of wonderful stories about where they went then i'd be ok with it.

yes.