Day after St. Irish day. Had a party. It was mellow, but I still got schnickered. Had to talk to the police because the neighbours were fighting and causing drama. Blah neighbours. Hates them, precious.

Realised yesterday that Pbod's birfday is in March.
Hoped I haven't missed it. I need an address to send a card.

Also had a dream last night, and Pbod showed up towards the end to help save me from a psycho french girl that had moved into my apartment and started wrecking my shit and redecorating. The psycho girl especially didn't like it when I pointed out that I understood all the mean things she was saying about me in french. The mean girl told me to meet her in a schooltype washroom so she could beat me up. Pbod showed up and we chatted, and the mean girl got all angrylike that I didn't do what she told me. Then she tried to beat me up, but I was all like RARR I WILL DEFEND MYSELF. Pbod is inspirational that way.

I woke up missing you and wanting to say hi.

I'm not actually hungover. I made that up. I'm just tired.

Going to go see Bridge to Teribithia today. I hope its good. [Because other times, I go to see movies at the theatre hoping they suck. I love spending money on things that are crap.]