I definitely hate captcha

I'm in my 12-year-old sister's room. She has a computer of her own but it sucks, it's kinda slow. But still, it works, so whatever. Today I have realized how dislexic I really am. When you add somebody to your myspace, depending on their profile, some have that captcha thing turned on and some not. Sugarplum Fairy has it on and I probably had to type the letters and check at least three times before sending the add thing. Sweet! Then, while talking to my friend I wrote "vocer" instead of "cover". I read "remember maine" instead of "remember me". But. Dyslexia is actually fun. Like existential problems are fun too. Sometimes. Like The Strokes song.

Today I went to the dentist and I realized he looks like Obama!!! so I kept seeing Obama as my dentist and it was weird... so then I just started singing to myself to keep my mind away from that thought. No wait... to keep that thought away from my mind? Anyways... after that I went to do that exam at that artistic school. I'm scared. Tomorrow I'll know the results. But I had to draw and I suck at drawing. Still, I did my best. I knew I had to do my best. Honestly, this is the first time I walk into a school and not feel like an outcast. Which is a good thing. And it's a great thing actually! So... yeah, if if they don't accept me ... I hate thinking about this but that's my only choice to study. I am not staying in this other school and I do not want to go to another one. And next year is my last year of school and I have to finish it if I want to have the visa to get the hell outta here and live my own life playing music all day long without getting yelled at for being messy and taking pictures and not sleeping and drinking lots of coffee and just be me.

My sister is reading The Little Prince out loud. Which reminds of how much I HATE the fact that they made a movie where Tinkerbell speaks!!!!!!!! TINK DOES NOT SPEAK!! she has never spoken before and now they're doing a movie where she DOES!! Honestly, did they not read the book or what the hell is wrong with them?! How can they not understand that speaking is not necessarily communication? Tink has her own way to communicate and they should've let her do her own thing. But nooo they HAD to make her speak...

So yes. I missed writing. I hate writer's block. But last night I wrote this things that I liked... might post them at Mondayeyes. Will see tomorrow... now ... well, maybe I'll watch a movie.

I want to travel. Anywhere... but I want to travel really bad...