Blue Like Water.

I want to try opium sometime.

Mainly because the song by Marcy Playground is so fucking fantastic. I just imagine the world becoming trippy, hypnotic, beautiful - a short vacation.

Until then, I guess smoking marijuana with Chelsea or Gabe will have to do.

Speaking of Gabe, I miss him. We don't have our late-night texting sessions anymore. He goes to bed earlier now he said. Ariel concurs -- he's a beautiful man. And like, 24. But still, we've talked about relationships. He said that he and I should go out because he's tired of demanding girls. And I'm tired of guys being stupid and lame. Because all I ask is for time and honesty. We've had hour-long phone conversations before too, talking about religion, music, the government... that's nice. I don't frequently find guys I can talk on the phone with for long periods of time. Allen said that Gabe and I should get married. Here's the story: for a few days, I became enamored with wearing a headscarf, like old movie stars or Muslim girls.

Well, apparently when he doesn't shave for a while, Gabe begins to look like an Arab. He has dark features, so I can envision it. Then, wearing my headscarf... well, we would look like a beautiful Arabic couple. Hah. And his beautiful musician skills don't hurt either. He's an intriguing person. He just finds girls in all the wrong places, they're all too dependent. But, he has a history of just hook-ups. And that's deff not how I roll. But who knows. I don't think it'll happen though. Sometimes it's a nice dream. He smells nice. Which means we would make healthy babies.

FYI week is finally over. That piece of shit hell sucked.

I'm so excited for Crash Love, the new AFI album that should be coming out soon. The first single, "Medicate," is already out and it's amazing.

Ms. Calapristi and I talked today online, mainly about Spencer. And how he's not attempting to talk to me. He probably thinks I'm still mad at him for being a complete fucktard. Or Kyle's favorite word, cuntmuffin. Either one works.

But wow, really? I get over things fast. And as Jackie said, I'm too awesome and he doesn't deserve me. hahaha. :) no worries, boys are dumb.

Jackie apparently has douchebag-radar too, so whenever I date anyone now they must go to Eastern for Matt's approval, and then to UW for Jackie's approval. That's a lot of driving. I'm sure my future man won't like that very much... maybe they can meet via Skype or something.

I doubt anything like that will be happening soon though. Oh beautiful CBC man in black, how I wish I could meet you. With your hilarious, cartoony art skills, skinny bod, and black hair, you stole my heart away. Yet I don't know you at all, but you popped up in my dream the other night.

Maybe you'll magically be in my Ancient World Art History class. A girl can dream.

I should sleep. I have to be up at 5:30am. Damn disease.

You know what? I want to go clubbing. I haven't been able to shake my ass like a drunken whore lately.

And this is how we depart for the night: "All in all, you're just another brick in the wall."