There's no need to fear me!.....All that much...

My mother just forced me to call Mel and tell her it was safe to come here monday. Apparently she was convinced I was going to harm her in some way. Me? Nooooo...never.... So I call her, tell her she "need not fear the realm of the Gilman's" she says she doesn't fear the realm of the Gilman's, but "the Bizzy residing inside." I understand how she could think that, based on past experiences. Let's recall one in particular...:

*rewind, approx. 1 year ago*
One late afternoon we we're having a conversation on the phone. About what? As if I remember. So for whatever reason she says something to piss me off...Oh, wait, I remember the conversation. She was trying intentionally to make me mad because I was in a crisis about not being mad about anything...uhm..yeah. Whatever she eventually came out with, crossed a line and I was pissed. I told her I was going to show up at her house and totally kill her for that. She's basically all "Yeah, sure." Nighttime roles around, and I'm down that end of town because of ballet. After class, (approx. 9pm) I walked over to her house. I knock on the door, which after a few moments she comes and answers. I allow a moment to pass for the fact that I was actually there to register, and then totally tackled her and pinned her to the ground. After smacking her a bit and screaming quite a lot, I then stood up, told her I was glad we had that discussion, and walked out.

Uhm....yeah. And I so told my mother that just a few minutes ago, she wasn't exactly thrilled. Ha. I love doing that. About a year (or longer, depending really...) after I've done something really ridiculous, I tell her. Simply because she likes to tell me on occasion how much of my life she knows. Uh huh. Sure.

But anyways, it's not even that I'm really mad at Mel. No, mad is completely the wrong thing. I've just had enough, and I'm carrying on with my life. I won't go into detail, it's really unnecessary.

Today is...dull. My cold finally seems to be letting up. Fever is down to 99.2. Yay! My headache is gone and I'm not blowing my nose every two seconds. Although even though my throat stopped hurting, I'm still having trouble talking.

My little brother and nephew are being really...weird. They need to stop.

I need a title for my uncostumed self this year for halloween. The only thing I can recall is the horseless horsman, with a head. I remember being a yankees fan..Need something new. But what??? Perhaps a mute. Haha. Or the Visible Woman. Hahahaha. I amuse myself.

I want a nap. Too much sleep lately, I'm beginning to miss my insomniatic ways. But I'm sure once I'm healthy again I'll be back to my freakishly-energized self.

You know what's freakish? Every now and then I get the desire to eat paper. But rest assured, I don't indulge the desire. That's what ice is for! **chomp**


Let's end on this note:


LOL.