My imagination is far too active.

I went swimming today (in a highschool pool (Yay indoors!)) mainly because of the killer heat wave. And when its hot, its super humid. Yesterday it was 95, but the humidity made it feel 10 degrees more. (For anyone who knows celcius, that means 35 and 40, thanks to an online thing)

And naturally... I spend most of the time pretending that is I touched the bottom, a sea monster would eat me. Oh, and it wasn't a pool. It was a (pirate) ship wreck in the middle of the ocean. And if you weren't careful, the waves (jets) would kill you.

My mind makes EVERYTHING some form of horror movie.

And after that, we had to go to the grocery store. I didn't know that. I went in there half wet, in a bathing suit and cover up, and NO MAKEUP AT ALL. Okay, I put on some black eyeshadow before to see if it was waterproof. Answer: Yes. I looked a bit racoony.


Pirates have been on my mind a lot. Even more so: The school is making me do some book report thing, and one of the options is Treasure Island. Would I pick that, or some stupid "Realistic Fiction" books? I like historic fiction and fantasy. Why do so many people like reading about normal people?



Right now, my mom is watching the news. A man in Norway killed almost 100 people. 80 of which were teenagers at a summer camp. Because he doesn't like liberals. People like that should burn in hell.