Gleaming Beacon of Sex (c) my WoW friend.

Goddamnit I wish guys my age knew how to talk to girls. There's this guy at my school who's always tapping me on the back when he sees me, always getting nervous when someone talks about me to him, and you know what he does to show this undying affection? Calls me fat behind my back. On top of that, he's my friend Victoria's ex-boyfriend, and he dumped her... because she was short. Great guy we got here, eh?

On top of that, I'M FUCKING TAKEN AND MOST PEOPLE AT SCHOOL KNOW THIS.

Anyways. I know what you're thinking. "Testicular, what have you been up to recently?" Well, you're probably not thinking that considering even I don't give two shits about what I've done since my last blog.

Well, for starters, it was my grandma's birthday a few days ago. We went to Il Postino.

Dinner conversation went like this.

Testicular/lulzMAYAKII/Sofia: ...hiiii...
Grandma: SOFIA, HOW WAS BAND CLASS TODAY?
Testicular/lulzMAYAKII/Sofia: itwasfine
Grandma: DID YOU PLAY YOUR SAXOPHONE??!?!
Sofia: ...mmmyeeeeeeeeah...
Grandma: YOU KNOW YOUR UNCLE RALPH USED TO PLAY THE SAXOPHONE.
Sofia: ...youtoldmethis...
Grandma: WILL YOU MAKE ME A CARD?
Sofia: I'll send you an e-card...
Grandma: I DON'T WANT AN E-CARD MAKE ME A REAL CARD :(
Sofia: dfgsdfgsdfg'dsfg

She isn't exactly the epitome of charisma.

Then I wait for my shirt to come. It was dispatched from Miami yesterday.

I have an art project due soon. I gotta make an album cover for a song. However, I just so happened to pick a song that is IMPOSSIBLE to create a unique album cover for. Colorado Sunrise - 3OH!3. :(

I have to read The Outsiders. All I can remember about the plot so far is that they met some hot girls and now they're giving themselves haircuts outside the church.

Eventful as usual.

I haven't replaced my toothbrush in eight months, and the bristles are shaggy.