I keep on dreaming of the end of the world. I know it's just because all of this crazy weather crap is going on and that stupid 2012 thing, but it makes for a really stressful sleep!

Okay, so I had my first apocalypse dream probably like, a month ago. Basically, my mom was flipping out about something, and the rest of my family was trying to calm her down. I was there and wanted to know what was going on, but everyone was really secretive and told me to go away, so I did. I wandered off to the bathroom to like, wash my hands or something, then I looked into the tub. There was a very soggy piece of paper inside that had some fancy poetry about the end, and then all of a sudden I was PULLED into the earth, like, like it was some kind of horrible hellmouth *winks excessively*. Anyway, the annoying thing is, I woke up in pain from that, and I also woke up pretty freaked. I just had to go check the bathtub.

The NEXT dream I had, the one I just about woke up from a few minutes ago, didn't scare me as much as the previous, but could actually happen (sorta). Well, my family and I were watching the news, and all over the world there were floods. Weird ones, though, like I saw footage of a single building collapsing as a bunch of water pours out of its windows and front door. But anyway, my brother gets really worried and says he has to go buy survival supplies. I ask him if he's serious, and he insists that he has to go to the nearest 7-Eleven (mmm, post-tragedy slurpies). As I look out the door as he leaves, I see that there are big drops of water outside on the concrete, and I panic. I go inside and my parents are really scared. A few moments afterward and I wake up, and it was just about the greatest awakening I've ever experienced. Phew.

The sucky thing is, these dreams always make me think, and I don't like it. The content of the thinking, not the thinking itself.

Oh yeah. And Tina Fey told me and my friend that we were really bad at sorting things alphabetically and fired us. What a ho.

I should sleep. But when I sleep, that means I'll have to go to school. And when I go to school, I'll have to do maths.

DO NOT WANT.

I can't help that I don't find math interesting. Same with biology. Ugh. Any kind of science bores me. Writing that makes me feel horribly uninteresting. Ah well. I s'pose I'm rather more for creativity than straight, complicated facts. Blah. Too many periods.

...I have dorky fridge art to share.



Hem hem.

G'night.

NO DADDY NO

Dear diary,

I'm already a nerd with braces. I don't look forward to being a fat nerd with braces. I could really stand to lose some weight. Once I do, I'll be sure to post some before and after pictures. Y'know, the kinds where I wear really big pants to emphasize my change. Maybe a big shirt would help, too. Blah. I'm gonna keep playing Dance Dance Revolution like I did before. Maybe lay off the humongous breakfast burritos. Oh dear lord.

I Wish I had the guts to be a vegetarian, like some people I know. But I like meat too much. Also a reason why I'm not a lesbian.

Ah well. On the bright side, I get my Once More, With Feeling script book soon. Sheet music, ahoy! Maybe I'll actually finish learning a song for once. Also, I can't stop smiling at my icon.

AH. I DREW SOMETHING GOOD. I THINK. I AM HAPPY.

HAY GUESS WHAT.

I got into the car after school, and there were the last three seasons of Buffy on my seat. HOLY CRAP. Yes, Michelle. Yes. There will be Spuffy.

ADHFSKJDFHGDKJF happy. Oh yeah. And Giles sings like, freaking one trillion times in the fourth season. Eheheheheh. Someone ought to send England an angry letter about that dirty old man.

Yeah, my journal needed an entry.

...o_o

This has been a good morning for Tasha.

So yep, my mother finally let me put some red in my hair. It didn't turn out exactly as I imagined, and wasn't really what I asked for, but whatever. I think it looks pretty okay.

Oh yeah, earlier today (or yesterday, for it's almost midnight), I got oral surgery. It was really cool. They gave me this mask, and I was like "Oxygen mask? just like in the movies!". Oh yeah, and right before the doctor gave me the sleepy shot, I just kept on reminding myself that I was going to fall asleep a few seconds afterward. Well, my arm was impaled, and I began to count. After a few moments later, I was still awake, and I was kinda worried. Like, I kept my eyes wide open to let them know that I wasn't asleep so they wouldn't start cutting up my mouth. Then... I don't know... I just kinda of woke up without falling asleep, and I was done. That's what it felt like, anyway. They wheeled me into my car in a chair (which was really fun), even though I could walk fine. Meh.

I was hoping I'd have one of those weird effects that Michelle mentioned to me, like uncontrollable laughter or sobbing. I was really hoping there would be a hand-mirror nearby so I could be like, "Hand me the mirror." "But ma'am I-" "GIVE IT TO ME!". Then I could look at myself and begin to laugh insanely on the fancy medical chair. Heh.

Oh, and presents were wrapped tonight. Horray (:

G'night.

I drew a mermaid. It was meant to be some human chick, but hey-- can't draw legs? Draw a tail! Besides, I think it's more interesting this way.

I drew something today in class (well, a series of classes).



I drew this for Lemon, who has this really sweet Green Day notebook. She wrote like, one hundred of their songs down, and decorated the pages with various drawings that could somehow relate to the lyrics. Well, she asked me to draw some random chick for the song "Extraordinary Girl". This is her. At first I thought it looked like crap. I mean, when I draw things with pencil, they just look gorgeous. However, when I attempt to ink and color them, it always turns out blah. This time was okay, though. Photoshop helped a bit with darkening the colors. It definitely looks a lot better on here than on paper. Ah well. Some boy in math said she looked fine, so I'll take that as a compliment.

I hope to improve my inking + coloring skills. Actually, I hope to improve everything. Yeah. Especially anatomy. I'm pretty good at heads, but when it comes to bodies, I just die. Ah well. Speaking of which, I need more pigma microns. They're dying as well.

Oh, and I still hate school. My day today kind of killed me inside due to my shyness. Ah well. I always tend to feel a little bit better near the end of the day, knowing that I can be at home, and that I'm a school day closer to Christmas. Oh dear Lord. It's too far away.

Mm, do I love that Christmas feeling. All year I've been anticipating the holiday season through the heat and schooling, and it's finally here.

No school. I can stay at home on my sofa and absorb Christmas music, specials, and fattening sweets without the worry of completing an essay.

The family'll get together. This is always a good thing, of course. There's nothing better than Christmas than Christmas with the people you love (just kidding, I hate you all).

I get to pick out sweet presents for my friends. I already ordered some gifts (I'm looking at you, Michelle). YOU BEST BE EXCITED.

My brothers will hype up their Christmas gifts, and I'll bounce off the walls in anticipation. One year, my oldest brother promised me that I was going to get a box of snakes. He wasn't lying. A few snakes and an ounce of venom later, I found a Super Mario game at the bottom of the box. They give me good things.

CHRISTMAS TREE. This very well may be the ultimate source of my holiday mood. I lay down beneath it and look up at all the pretty lights and ornaments, and I'm filled with happiness. Oh, especially if I see that little wooden crib that my brother made to hold a little baby Jesus figurine.
I'm attached to that. Heee. It also helps if there are presents beneath it.

Well, I still have uh... two weeks of school left. Argh. It doesn't sound like much, I know, but I'm sure it'll feel like a century. Well, with that attitude it will, I guess.

Woohoo, here comes the obligatory "I finally got a live journal!" entry. Well, I finally got a live journal! I'm really not one for documenting my life, but I'd like to make an effort. It's nice just to have a website specifically made for blogging. I mean, I could do it on MySpace, but I'm too distracted by all of the photos and comments and BLAH. Because really, most don't visit MySpace to write about their life experiences. Ah well.

Anyhoo, it's Thanksgiving Eve (my dinner is on Saturday, thank you very much), and the house is incredibly clean. Mm. Dear lord. I could eat off these tiles-- and I plan to!. I already had a Thanksgiving dinner at my friend Michelle's house. I spent like, four hours organizing her picture folders. She had, I dunno, an buttload of pictures. I'll just leave it at that. There's just something about an organized mess that calls me to save it. After that, I drew a ton of crap. As in a ton of superhero stuff, because that's what we're into at the moment (however, I don't like it like she does; that chick is kuh-rayzee!). Then after that, we had a contest on who could sit in the dark with creepy Batman music the longest without chickening out. We weren't even able to turn off the monitor. Losers. Then lastly, we watched Happy Feet. Very cute.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING, ALL!

P.S. Holy crap, I just suddenly realized that Christian Bale is really, really, really attractive.



So is Cillian Murphy.



Thank you, Batman Begins.