Once, there was this girl who wouldn't go and change with the girls in the change room, and when they finally made her, they found birthmarks all over her body.

I've had "Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm" by the Crash Test Dummies in my head for the last five hours. Tell me truly, is there any better album title than God Shuffled His Feet?

There's a gecko sleeping on my left forearm. Lizards are more cuddly than people think.

Took my English and math finals today. I'm sure I did ok on the English, but I'm fairly certain that I bombed the math. Of course, when I think that, it always turns out that I did fine. I test well. I kicked the history final's figurative ass yesterday. Made it my bitch. Yep.

I went a little crazy at the $5 DVD bin at Wal-Mart last night, so all my immediate family members are getting a DVD for Christmas. Mom gets It's a Wonderful Life, Dad gets Excalibur, and my brother receives...wait for it...drumroll...Terror of Mechagodzilla! Sweet Jesus, how I love Mechagodzilla. They had a bunch of Godzilla-type movies in the bin, so I may have to go back after Christmas when my money supply is more bountiful.

Trivia: I found out yesterday that my dad's brother Bob bought an old movie projector and a film reel of Mothra at a yard sale when he was 11. My dad, Bob, and their cousins Greg and Matt would all sit in their garage and watch Mothra on the garage wall. As my mother pointed out, it's a good thing that Dad and Bob had cousins to hang out with because they were far too weird to have actual friends.

Jessie wants to know how it is that she works all the time and never has any money, while I don't have a job and always have cash. The secret, my dear? The revered institution known as the Money Box. The Money Box sits in my room and somehow magically spits out a couple of twenties whenever I'm broke. Yeah, I don't get it either. Also, when your parents come from big families, family vacations work kind of like automated teller machines.

Say it with me, now...Christmas vacation. Ah, beautiful.