2009-08-05 - 8:29 p.m.
I immediately started pulling at my hair - it was terrifying

So my brother calls me tonight and goes "Hey! I found something online you might be interested in - it's a yellow Ninja".

Automatically, my mind goes "Fuck!" and starts thinking of ways little Quinty is going to blackmail me with his discovery of my online diary. He just keep saying "yellow Ninja" without elaborating why I might be interested for what seemed like eternity. Then he goes "You still want a crotch rocket, right? And you like yellow . . ." Thank God I didn't say anything while he was blathering on about yellow ninjas - phew.

So, I had this list of things to write about ("-Sad, mopey times

-Annoying softballer conundrum

-I think my arm is going to fall off

- Playing with Mom's dog"), but I went downstairs to hang out with RD and her bf for a while and have completely lost the will to write. I want bed. And it's only 9:46. That's pathetic, even for me.

But it's what I want and damn, if that's not what I'm going to get. Maybe I'll write about being sad, annoyed by a softball girl, my painful arm and my mom's dog tomorrow. Good night.