Scream And Shout And Tell Everybody That You're Gonna Leave

Song: Big City Dreams... Nevershoutnever!

That title had to do with a certain someone...not that that person is particularly on my mind, it's just the lyric that was playing at the moment and I am too lazy to swith the song that pertains more directly to my life at this point and time.

I just ate a muffin. Banana nut. From Awry's. I'm going to Beana's tonight. Sleepover.

Enough with the choppy chop.

Also shared by Bean with me was this freakinghighlarious blog called Hyperboleandahalf. Def go look it up, it's even funnier than mine if you can imagine such a thing. ;)

Uh..

When I was sitting through a lecture in Econ, I had this post all planned out with a bunch of good things to talk about but now that I'm actually here writing it I can't remember them. Oh, nevermind. I just did.

We just recently (like 3 or some weeks ago) moved into a new house. I don't think I've ever liked my house as much as I do now. I don't know why, I just really like it. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that it's the first house in a while we've moved into without drama. We haven't had pretty much any in our house this whole time. I know that probably won't last long, but it is nice right now. That and the house is pretty nice. Tall ceilings...my favorite :D.

Last night was Tuesday night, and as we all know, that means Glee night. Also known as Best Night Of All. It had a couple little spotlights on my favoritest character, Kurt. He makes me happier than a popsicle on a... no, just a popsicle. He did an amazing song and made out with a girl even though he's capital G Gay and he cried and sang a song that was kind of scary coming from him, and got burgers with his dad. AHH. I love Glee, and I love Kurt.

Another thing that I was thinking about today was Columbine. Yes, the high school shootings. It wasn't just me dwelling on depressing past events, we got a research paper assigned in English. (I really don't like them :P) Anyway, I was looking it up because I thought the two kids that did it went looking for Christian classmates and whoever got in their way, and I was going to use it as an example of religious persecution (look up Cassie Bernall). But what I learned was that Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold were just very psychotic kids. From reading some excerpts of a journal, intelligent too. Dangerously so. It made me think about which is more dangerous: Being disturbed to the point of blind rage, or being disturbed and so intelligent? I know that sounds stupid written here, but it's a legit intellectual thought for me today.

I have to stop using parentheses (I use way too many). (But that's just my personal opinion).

(Maybe I don't?)

(Bye.)