recycling.

yes. the highlight of my day was going to my hometown's tim hortons and checking out the recycling. it slightly depresses me that as exciting as it is, they oddly enough only felt the need to have bottles and cans recycling. what about paper? and other plastics?? and NEWSPAPERS!!! jeebus guys, this is Canada, where we care about the enviroment (or at least pretend to) so get on the freaking bandwagon. but so far, good job with the recycling you do have. ALSO, my second mommy's birthday!!!! (well this is more important, just got caught up in the recycling wirlwind) she's the cool one, the one who I love dearly even though I've only been 'related' to her for about..... 5 or 6 months. we're tight. XD

FINALLY got the roller skate of clay done. it keeps cracking and being annoying, but it is now drying, so I think it may be safe for now. *bites nails* PLEASE DON'T DIE IN DA KILN!!!! oh sweet baby jeebus. been around mr.bone too long, starting to say da kiln instead of the kiln... anyyywyayyyys, the wings are back on after falling off, the wheels are on, hopefully for good, the stopper seems to be staying, the lace holes are there, the `derby`across the side loooks okayy. now just hope it survives drying without giant-ass cracks. then I can do the base with the pole and eventually glaze that shit!! *super-stoked happy dance*

20 days. that what our 'time to find a new place' is at right now. but that's if we go to hawaii, which I don't wanna. if we don't go then I don't have to put up with another bullshit christmas with my family that it should be illegal for them to spend more than 2 hours together. is it bad that I want absolutely NOTHING to do with my one great aunt? and the only reason I like my grandparents is because they spoil me with candy and freedom and money. then again, they're old. they can't understand how I live my life since it was unacceptable when they were my age, or at least VERY greatly frowned upon. they tell me to be more feminine and that I have to be fashionable and must have more class then to shop in thrift stores (which I love to death). then there's my one great aunt I hate that tells me I can't date because I'll get pregnant and drop out of school and screw up my life cause I'm a whore.. no, really it's called being GAY. which is pretty freaking hard to get pregnant from unless you are doing it on purpose, and even then sometimes it's hard. getting away from the whole lot of them seems like a really good plan. and who the hell needs to celebrate a holiday about a pedophile coming down the chimney and knows when the children are asleep? even if at one point christmas was beautiful, modernizations made it into this stoopid economy fest. now let's go hibernate together.. and by hibernate I mean hide in a dark corner and pretend we're not having kinky sex. nooooom tacos.

on that note, my  mom called me the taco nazi today... 

not sure how to respond to that. she meant the food. and was talking about the fact I was trying to get her friend to eat the shell from his taco salad. awkward and epic at the same time. I'm still the taco nazi though, just in a different way.. I decide when they get eaten. ;)

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