My Parents Are Lesbians.

Who knew? Last night my father came in with the mail, which was two pieces of spam. The first was from JSN and was adressed to Mrs Regina Bloome. The second was from some herbal healing place advertising something called Horny Goat and adressed to Mrs Alexandra Bloome.

I thought this was what the internets was for?

In other news, I spent most of today freaking Diana out, which was tre fun. She and Lucy and I filled an entire half page (on an English stencil about the American Dream(c) no less) with pointless spam that mainly went OMG, WTF, and BBQ, with an aside about pork, around a picture I drew of a random humanoid covered in tribal markings. This is because English is boring. Why are we studying the American Dream anyway? We're Australian! What we've done so far belongs in History class!

There was a lady in today to talk about Careers in Philosophy. For ALL OF LUNCH. About half way through I realised that everything she'd said so far could've been conveyed in about five minutes, so I walked out. Nothing I didn't already know about anyway. Speaking of which I got a new De Bono book out of the library. That guy's written like an entire shelf or two :P a bit repetitive but interesting all the same.

I got my new glasses this afternoon. They fuck with my depth perception quite a bit, but that'll go away. Meanwhile, *hums* I can see cleeeeearly now...