i'm listening to The Hives. ah, the joys of good old garage rock. when the obscure French fellow Trenet comes on my eyes will close themselves.

it is raining outside, and i am snug like a watercolour painting with white cloth draped over it. does anyone here own a bathrobe? it would be nice to own a bathrobe, dye your hair platinum blonde, and lounge around with a cigarette looking authentic and trashy.

there is a lizard on my wall. i wish it would stay still long enough for me to draw it messily. my dears, i am sated, sleepy, and in no mood for linguistics.

edit: i forgot to mention that the vending machine bit my finger. but i guess i've forgiven it, because of the Doritos and Cheezels.

i might have appeared stoic, but massive love to everyone who knew and remembered my birthday. some were ingenious and plain tasty gifts, some were simple wishes; but all are beautiful.

anyway, we dissected pig hearts in Biology. it was very entertaining. hearts are squishy, slippery and extremely soft. they also come in various shades of pink and red, all of them grotesque. by the end of the lesson, the heart had

1. been cut in half
2. its blood clots removed and smeared onto Hitler's face
3. a finger up its aorta
4. most of its delicate parts mercilessly torn off
5. a smiley face and several initials carved into it.

we were sorely tempted to roast it on the bunsen burner, and throwing it downstairs onto someone's head was another option. i smirk at my Jane Seymour blood-smeared hands, and know for sure i will never become a cardiologist.

Your Raw Score is: 325, which indicates that overall you are Androgynous
Your appearance is Androgynous
Your brain processes are mostly that of a Androgynous person.
You appear to socialize in a androgynous manner.
You believe you have mild conflicts about your gender identity.

ANALYSIS:
Female to Male possible Transsexual
NOTES: Your answers indicate your psychological state has likely prevailed since you were quite young.

is rather interesting.

this is my ideal day, in fact:

mornings - mildly bright, with a breeze and lots of dew. sweet, like the Cat Stevens song. i'm very neutral about them, actually. i only bother because i can't stand waking up to a steamy afternoon.

afternoons - as i said, i greatly dislike them, and even more if they're trapped and hot. afternoons give me claustrophobia, vertigo, and the sensation of flying insects on my back. they have to rain, and i'd like to be in bed or a bookstore. they can rain all the way till five, for all i care.

evenings - definitely the most resplendent. the rain stops here, because after-rain is beautiful, especially if viewed from a window or balcony with a cup of warm coffee. everything turns fuzzy and dreamy, like frosted glass; and i want to wear my checked shirt and love everything, all at once.

i hope i find it soon, along with some dreams which i have forgotten.

a bit of inane information here: i passed the re-test. i do not get my allowance cut off after all. on the contrary, i am incredibly deserving of congratulations.