Today, I got the most spectacular goose egg you will ever see. I am not talking about some wimpy little bruise. I wouldn’t post this on here if that was all. This is a monstrosity, at least four inches long, and swollen, and bloody. If dried blood counts as bloody. And it’s blue all around it.
It happened earlier, when I was mad, and I won’t go into trivial details. Suffice to say I *ahem* hit a bookshelf with my arm, on the way to hitting something else, and now… Ta-da!
It really is a very impressive bruise. Spectacular, as I said before.

I hate the world today.
I hate it when people are constantly agreeing with eachother in a game of one-upmanship.
Ex: Person A: “Isn’t that a beautiful view?”
Person B: “Oh, yes. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
A: “Without a doubt. The weather is perfect, and the mountains!”
B: “I know, it’s amazing isn’t it?”
A: “I know!”
It makes me sick.
I hate people who put others down for no reason other than to look cool.
I hate it when people lie. White lies are fine. Anything past that is cruel.
I hate it when people get all philosophical on you. “Ah, well, you’ll get over it. Life is that way.”
I hate girls who are constantly giggling.
I hate possessive people.
I hate how bitchy I sound, but everything above is true.

Life is a funny thing. Yesterday, I had to go back to my old house, and on the way there we stopped at Wal-mart. That wasn’t funny. What was funny was that while we were loading the groceries into the back, we saw a HoneyBucket (that’s a type of portapotty thing) going past on the back of a pick-up truck. And then we saw another. There was a whole parade of HoneyBuckets. Now, that’s unusual, but not so much as to attract as much attention as they were getting.
They were going past as we drove out of the parkinglot, though, and the first one had a sign that said, “Eliminate Government Waste”, and all the HoneyBuckets (that really is a strange name) had papers on them displaying the name of a liberal politician. Nancy Pelosi. Barney Frank. Chuck Schumer. And on and on. By this time, we were all laughing our heads off.
A couple of old people were waving a sign at the entrance and yelling about a tea party.

On a different subject, I’ve heard that heartbreak is really good for writing. I decided that it’s a lie.

You know, it’s strange how some people can be so oblivious to what’s going on. Especially when it’s happening to themselves. Sometimes I wonder if I’ve really gone mad.
On a different subject, it’s also strange how oblivious people are to sarcasm. Case in point: This morning, my brother said, “Gosh, Bridget, you look terrible!”
“You don’t say.” Sarcasm is wasted on him, of course. He’s already on his way to his room, and in all likelihood, didn’t hear a word I said. Of course I look terrible. I didn’t sleep until after 4 in the morning, and Jeffrey woke me up early by shoving a slug in my face. Needless to say I slugged him right back, although in a different context.
I am always in a terrible mood at that time of day.
Considering the (lack of) sleep I had gotten, he probably got off lucky.
My other brother, Ryan, is currently trying to convince my mom to let him breed flies to sell. Really, who is going to buy flies? It’s summertime. People have enough flies of their own.
Whenever I try to swat a fly, he waves his hand to scare it away. He thinks they’re ‘cute’. But he has no objection to killing moths and butterflies, of course.
I’m just rambling now, so I should probably get off.
Au revoir.

(I actually don’t like French much, but I’m putting that there anyway. Don’t ask me why.)

Drat.  For the last two months, I’ve had horrible writers block.  Then a few days ago, I finally got over it and wrote two chapters in two days.  And now it’s back again, and those blasted characters won’t cooperate, and nothing sounds quite right.  I don’t have to tell you how annoying this is.  If you’re a writer, you’ll understand, and if not, nothing I say will make you realize the fury that results when words don’t work.  Not only that, I’m tired, and I can’t sleep.  Try to put those two together.