Tis Me. Again.

Hello again people whom I may not know.

Okay. So maybe I'm not in the best of moods right now. Maybe I can't help it. Maybe the world has some messed up way of misplacing undeserved karma. Or maybe it's that time of month again... Yep. Definitely that time of month again. So watch out world, Cathy might attack. I'm serious. I bite.

But of course all of you lucky readers out there are protected by your computer screens and locked doors (if they're not locked, I suggest you do that now before I take notice). Kidding! I would never do that to you faithful readers out there. At least not the ones I don't know in person. If I do know you personally, than you're not quite as lucky.

You know, I think I'd be in a better mood if I didn't find an empty smarties in the garbage can. Of course, my parents would hide my chocolate from me, but that wouldn't hold them back from eating it. But praise the lord, I found a fudgesicle in my freezer. If not for it, whoever ate my smarties would be missing an arm, or a head. Whichever came first.

Since I'm in a better mood now, wait no. I take it back. I have to see my math tutor tomorrow morning. Which means one of two things. One: I have to wake up early tomorrow morning and I am not a morning person. Two: It's that time of month. So I'm gonna be extra unpleasant to deal with. But all the moodiness aside, my tutor's not a bad person. She's just painfully boring. It's not her fault she can't make math interesting, but I do blame her for making me stay in a small room with screaming kids who refuse to pay attention.

Oh right. My boyfriend, Michael, threw a tiny little fit about me not mentioning him. So I'm here to pronounce his awesomeness to the world. He's probably just scared that some random guy sees my blog and decides to hunt me down sometime later. Kidding! [Don't kill me Michael. xD] Did I mention how adorably cute he is though?

I suppose it's time I stop blogging today. Three entries are good enough for today right? No need to spam the nonexistant dedicated readers any further right? I'll see you guys later (or I'll just read the hit counter).

Night. A word of advice: don't let the boogie man eat you! :]