Silent Idiot

I hate when people make things really awkward just by being somewhere.

I love how my cat just sits on me for ever and stares at me like he's going to claw my face off if I even think about getting up. Oh, how he loves me. 

Only 21% Not Great

Today was 79% more-great than I expected it to be    (...I am beast at grammar).

In no particular order, here are things that made my day better; First, I randomly talked about flowers with a dutch boy. I also may have found someone I actually want to sit with in my socials class (that's pretty impressive), and I didn't even mind having double math (also an accomplishment). Somebody brought my free pop-tarts. I drew an alligator with a duck on his snout, and I found out that the crispy white part of romaine lettuce is kind of like a strange, juicy, lettucy candy when you dip it in sugar. I also found out two quarters + three people can turn into a hilarious game that makes no sense. I actually spent my entire ten minute break with one person, which was enjoyable and honestly doesn't happen that often, and lunch hour was just as nice. I'm now definitely friends with that awesome kid. I also learned the truth about something/some people that made me sad, until I realized I honestly didn't care, and then it made me feel... accomplished, I guess. I started a new book. I think I just need to write all this down to remind myself how good my day actually was, and not let a few lame things make it seem like it sucked. So there you have it, a brief glance at the highlights of my day.


I'm pretty sure most glances are brief anyways, but I thought I should specify. 

Snoring Cat

It's nice when best friends disregard you, isn't it?
Ah well, I guess I saw that coming anyways.

So. I haven't written in a while. Lets think of things to blab about, shall we?

Hmm. I said a lot of goodbyes on Thursday. It was... an oddity. It made me think about when I'll be the one people are saying goodbye to. It was strange.

On another note, there's someone I'd like to say hello to. Even though I talk to them like, every day anyways (That was me throwing in some tricky mind games that really aren't all that tricky, just to make sure we're all on the same page here). Anyways, I'm not sure if I'm dreading seeing this person at school, or looking forward to it. Maybe both, I'm cool like that.

School on Tuesday (You're welcome, Lieutenant Sarcasm). Bleurg. I hope there's some cool new people or something, because at the moment there's a saddening lack of those around. 'Specially with people moving away to go to Universities and things like that (no names mentioned).




Sweet chicken tenders I have the coolest shoes.

Comma x Infinity!

I use commas much too often. I keep having to eliminate unnecessary commas in my writing. Y U NO KNOW HOW TO USE COMMAS FIRST TIME, BRAIN?

The only problem I have right now (other than my comma overloads) is myself. Well, to be specific, my only problem is my accounting for everything that could go wrong. But no! Alas! It shall not be (I feel pretty old school right now, just so you know)! Nothing's going to go wrong. I mean, I'm not saying anything's going to go right, but still. It's better than everything slipping away down the drain, which I'm quite confident is not going to happen!

On another more positive note, I'm still happy. Things are looking up. Sleep is now inevitable, so farewell.

I Feel... Like A Boss.

Good news. Ish. Today, I found out that unless things get progressively worse, I won't have to go through a horrific surgery. A surgery that, according to the doctor, is a horrible, horrible, horrible, extremely painful, terrible surgery that would make me not be able to walk for at least a month. Yes, that is exactly what he said. I'm rather glad I don't have to go through with it... yet. Also, my phobia of surgeries certainly isn't helping with the whole situation. 

On another vein of my brain, I feel confident. I feel awesome. It's strange. I'm not used to it.

I love it. That's all I have to say. Hoo-rah! 

Jazzin' it up.

Morning texts make me happy.
Also, I've been listening to this for far too long today.

Herm Herm Herm Fish.

Oh dear.
I don't know what to do. I feel like that guy from that movie that I can't remember what it's called that chances are none of you have seen anyways. I just hope things turn out the same in the end because, well, because that would be freaking fantastic. And no, once again I'm going to not go into any details.

At least I'm happy. Being happy is nice. Actually, it's awesome. It's lovely. People should stop feeling sorry for themselves and be happy more often. That was a mildly hypocritical sentence, but oh well, I feel awesome right meow, so... suck it.

Not looking forward to Tuesday. Or maybe I am? I guess I'm just nervous. I'm going to find out some possibly big news! Big news as in potentially life changing! But that shall have to wait until Tuesday, so for now I'll just chill, and draw random things. Like a hermit fish.