Today I was walking my dog, minding my own business, when all of a suddon my skin turned the color of asphalt and the sidewalk I was walking on started forming a tidal pool and the rocks on the sides of the sidewalk turned black and white and then I blacked out and fell down. I had to sit down/fall down/lay down in my neighbors' yards a total of eight times before I made it back home.

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Arizona's too fucking hot, needless to say. This walk was at 9:30 AM this morning. I don't need to drink eight cups or eight pints or eight gallons or whatever it is that they say on the radio all the time of water per day; I need to have had enough. So I've decided that I'm moving to Wisconsin, Norway, the Yukon, Greenland, or - if I'm lucky - northern Russia for college. It's thirteen hours later and I'm still sick. Not once have I ever felt so used. 

Also, I feel like a four inch tall raisin. Tall, mind you, for a raisin, but short for a human. I'm wondering if I shouldn't say that I feel like a four millimeter tall raisin. Because I feel really very tiny and shriveled. Semantics, though. Semantics and heat exhaustion and bitter hatred towards this awful state.

I've been bedridden all day long and I'm too polite/cowardly to call my friends in my hours of distress. . It's rendered me audienceless. Hence, the entry. I'm really sorry but I had to have someone/something to complain to. But honestly, God. I loathe deserts.

Stealing... wrong.

I could piss guilt right now.

Photoshop CS2.

In a sense I guess you could say I didn't pay for my (new) best friend.

From now on my entries are only going to be in pixels. I just have to figure out this huge new program first. I'll pay for the idiot's guide.

It's likely I'll be going to China in July.

Everything sort of happened really quickly, but as of right now the $1,500 it will cost to send me there has been mostly provided for (by my family and church) and the rest is expected to come in via church donations within the next couple of months. I'm even going to be renewing my passport this week. It really looks like I'm going to go. It will be for 2-3 weeks (Can't remember; like I said, everything happened really quickly. I sort of just found myself tossed into this going-to-China group this morning after church knowing basically nothing about the trip.) and it's under the pretense of our providing English lessons. Their ulterior motive is to Share The Gospel!, but I'm not exactly sure if that's why I'd like to go.. I even told the paster that I don't really identify with the church anymore and he said he'd still love for me to go and would do the best that he could to help support myself and the group financially.

Unfortuanately, I also forgot the name of the town (I was there for maybe 30 minutes! And they mostly just talked about how to present your testimony, not about the trip. Aand it was some strange, foreign sounding name that I couldn't even pronounce (let alone spell) anyway.), but it's in northeastern China between Shanghai and Beijing. Looking at a map of China, all of the town names between those two cities sound equally un-English and Chinese towns aren't exactly spelled the way they sound, so I can't really guess as to which one it is, either.

But I'm still excited. And I vow to research China a lot in the next couple of weeks so I don't come off as the crap geographer that I seem like right now, no doubt.

My parents told me I need counceling. I aqcuiesed. Now I feel like a pussy.

Hellou, Saturday night.

I think it'd be fair to say that this xanga rips.