I woke up this morning all set to go to work. I mean, that's pretty nifty when you're set to go to work. But since I won't have a car for a few weeks, and the bus drivers union is on strike, I had to get a ride from someone else. Only, she never showed up. I can't go to work. There is no way in hell I could get there without a ride... This does not make me happy.



To top it all off, I'm going to Disneyland tonight. I mean, it's not that I don't like Disneyland... it's just that, once you've ridden all the rides there, it's not as cool going back. Unless you go with someone that's never gone. Indiana Jones is the only thing that makes me happy... and clam chowder in a bread bowl...



I've been unusually giddy lately. I don't get it. Maybe it's because people are talking to me... I used to be pretty bitter. Now I'm not. Not that I mind.



It's my nature I guess. I change a lot. I'm a different person during different seasons. You can't call it multiple personality disorder, because it's always me... just like... different variations of me. It just makes it strange because I completely notice the change when it happens. I feel different. I'm a strange person. Don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise.



It still won't rain here though... That's one thing that never changes. I always want it to rain. But I want some kind of movie romance when it does rain... I want the camera to pan up from the ground to a silhouette of two bodies in a street light, soaking wet. That would make millions.