I don't really have anything to write about. :) Yesterday, I woke up dead early after sleeping for 3 hours (yes, due to a book again) to go to the art...non-modular, uh, sessions. "Teacher" said it's not classes and I'm more than glad. I had no idea how long I was there because I forgot to bring my watch. And my phone is desperately charge-less. All I did was this color graph with 77 colors. Not a painting just yet, but good enough. Arianne was watching me the whole time, the little spy. :) Next, we went home to get Migo (He has OT while Arianne has Ice Skating sa Mega) I meant to come with them but I got so tired I decided to stay home.

I ransacked my mother's cabinet of books to find Jude Deveraux books. Of course, I did this with Trish. She got really pissed when all she saw were dusty Julie Garwood books and none of Judy Deveraux's. Stupid, they're all and the same in terms of writing. It's all good. Nevertheless, I managed to find six more Jude Deveraux books. I've read two more of my mother's books, (The) Raider and (The) Bride, but my favorite is still Highland Velvet. Did I tell you about Mountain Laurel? It's nice too. But while at it (reading), I fell asleep on my Mom's bed. A few hours of sleep later I thought my Mom came home and I could hear Migo talking and Arianne too so that means they're already home. I thought I got all the books and hid it under the pillow and placed the others back inside the cabinet overhead. Well, later on I found out it was a dream. Mom was not home yet, neither was Arianne. It was just Migo. Then I woke up and started reading again.

I slept, no make that did not sleep, until 7 or 7:30 AM. I finished the book. I thought all the while that it was still dawn or night or really early, but I realized I was looking at a window shaded by the neighbor's roof. That only means that the darkness was the shadow. And when I looked out another window, the sun was shining really, well, brightly. It was morning. My watch, in a very unfriendly way, announced that it was 7:30. I had no chance of sleeping inside the room. I had to go down and drink milk (I've drank five glasses since morning) and watched Tyra.

I tried watching Tyra, she was interviewing people who star or direct pornographic films. One man there was certain that his son knew what his job was yet he had never watched his father's X-rated films. And the director was talking about how these people had to have sex with each other if they don't like each other, etc. And my father was in the kitchen! He could hear every word! I had to change the channel at once no matter how interesting that topic is. I mean, why would the man with a 17-year-old son star in a porn film and think his son will never watch that film? His friends can very well be watching that while his son, innocent young boy that he is, stumble upon the film. Weird. :))

AND now, I'm reading Can You Keep A Secret by Sophie something. The girl who wrote Shopaholic (which I have not read yet btw). A nice break from my mother's long novels. These are nice books too. :) I bought the book myself after going to the dentist last Saturday. I'll have to go back tomorrow though, I broke one of my brackets. Nahati. :| Hala, and oh yeah, it costs 1,500 each. Ass. I could've gotten new shoes instead. I hate my braces. 4 months down, 20 more to go. Or more, If I continue at this rate with me not wearing the rubbers.

Anyway, I'm watching Pokemon. Have to go. It's very...entertaining. Oh yeah, watch The Cookout, it's a REALLY funny movie. =)) It's...absurdly hilarious. The first draft pick of the New Jersey Nets, Todd Anderson, with a skanky gold-digger for a girlfirend, received a 30M dollar contract. He spent, blah blah blah, and the like. It's hilarious. Black people have all the humor in the world.

<3, BEE