Bubble-Wand Mollusk

Talked to Ian about my nightmare last night.
Gah.
So stupid.

Anyways.

Today Nathan thought that I was going to be late to English, so I decided to slink extra slowly to class, just to see if I made it on time or not. It was pretty awesome... yeah, sure. Logan and Travis thought I looked like a 'tard, but that's alright.

Stuck sticky-notes all over the computer during Oral Interp today. That was pretty awesome.
And I don't think I like Sarah Murphy that much. At all.
Just annoying, I guess.
Lunch was pretty awesome... like I want to bite Maria's hamstring and throw my G-String at her too. Ell oh ell. Not to mention a spastic Rachel during Latin class ought to be horribly interesting.

Oh, I started reading This Lullaby by Sarah Dessen yesterday, and I love it.
Dexter = amazing.

Anyways, nothing too interesting about school...

Oh, and I'm tired of people trying to express themselves.
It just doesn't happen anymore, and I'm sick of people who think they are doing the world a favor by being understood and existentialistic to a point of uniquity where it's hardly WORTH IT ANYMORE.
We're all the same, and it makes me so...
I don't know.
They just need to stop.

Anyways, I'm going to start keeping a journal about my dreams, and maybe start talking to my parents about it, too. Like, I'm not even sure how they will react, but still.
Watching Ghost Hunters with Ian sucks. I don't care how "opinionated" an individual is or how many different theories there are in detecting apparitions, you don't need to antagonize another person's point of view if there is no certainty to anything in that particular field. Gar.

Fun fact for the day: both of Dr. Seuss's wives committed suicide. How sad.

"Too many have been dispensed with generosity in order to practice charity." - Albert Camus

Too hell with charity these days.

Mood: Tired but pleased.
Music: "Home" - Three Days Grace