Ah, so it's one of 'those' days.

Seems to be. You know, those days when the world is rather insufferable, and everyone in it is wishing for your demise? Goodness, I hate these days. I've been having one. Well, actually, one of those weekends. I may as well jump into my rant before I'm pulled away to clean some other obscure portion of the house that my mother doesn't feel like looking after.

Saturday began with my mother pounding down my door, which I had neglected to unlock, the night before. I was insanely tired, but I don't know why, because I think I went to bed around eleven the night before. She wanted to see Thomas Jefferson's house. That's fine, but it's a three hour drive from where I live, and I feel obligated to tell you that it is not worth it at all. It took me about an hour to get dressed, put my contacts in, and find my shoes, which is about average, and then we were off. Not without the minor complications of my clothing being, as it would seem, unfit for the occasion. What exactly about an old nightgown over jeans is so wrong?! My mother gave it to me, she shouldn't have expected that I wouldn't have worn it. After a little verbal sparring, I went up and changed again. Then we left. We arrived around one, spent some time walking around the grounds in the ninety degree weather. I was really kicking myself for wearing two layers, long sleeves, and black jeans at that point. With all respect to Jefferson, the guy was a serious hypocrite. He thought slavery was wrong, but he had over two hundred slaves working at his farm. He freed less than ten of them in his will. My parents, of course, got sort of angry when I criticized him, because people in wigs who write important documents can do no wrong in their eyes.

When we got home, around nine at night, I fought with my online instant messenging client for a while - I shall not be revealing its name to the world, lest anyone get the crazy idea to use it - gave up and used AIM Express. I'm still using it. It doesn't work at all, it goes down every five seconds, and it doesn't let the user customize fonts or anything. Plus, navigating through the buddy list and such is near impossible once one's got a message open. I don't recommend it, at all. I went to bed around one, since I had a pretty nasty stomach ache. I couldn't sit up, couldn't even breathe, for a while. I got over it by three or so and fell asleep. The night wasn't bad after I got upstairs and sorted things out with the internet. There was a three hour window that I rather enjoyed. I messed around on google, ate stale chips, and listened to my parents' discs from twenty years ago.

This morning, I made the mistake of opening my eyes when my mother came into my room, instead of pretending that I was still comatose. I somewhat dread church, for no particular reason. Once I get there, I'm fine. But it feels like such a sacrifice. I know, that's sort of the idea of religion in general. I'm horrid for thinking this way. But I really do wish it was later in the day, or on another day. Church on Thursday would be grand, for example. The sermon today was about not just taking joy from petty, temporary things, which felt like a personalized guilt trip. That's pretty much my strategy for life. After church, I dragged my parents to a beauty supply store so I could get myself some new dye. Despite numerous warnings on the packaging, I purchased it without getting a degree in... hair doing first. Two bottles were only thirteen dollars! I had enough money to pay, for once. This improved my day a little. I've spent most of the afternoon, so far, fighting with my mother over nothing at all, playing piano, wondering why I have this stomach ache of mine, and messing around on the internet. My favorite pastime, in case you haven't noticed. I have to babysit for my parents' small group tonight. I am not looking forward to it at all, namely because I only get six dollars for the whole mess, since some of the kids stopped attending, and it is the most boring thing in the world. Seriously, I cannot imagine a worse way to spend my Sunday evening. Well, actually, I can, but none of them are particularly reasonable.

Oh, before I forget to mention this, I've stumbled upon a life goal. So far, I don't really have any goals, not concrete ones. But it's never too late to start coming up with these things, right? Before you're dead, at any rate. But, sometime in my life, I feel I simply must see the movie, 'Poison Ivy'. I found the synopsis and some reviews, a couple of days ago. I don't know if it's because I'm suffering from ACC withdrawl or what, but I've found myself in some of the darkest corners of the internet, lately. This morning, I was reading The National Enquirer's website, of all things. I know I cannot believe anything they publish, but, darn it, it's interesting. If Adam really does have a twenty four year old boyfriend, well, I congratulate him, but couldn't he have at least picked someone marginally cute? ...I digress though, of course. It sounds like one of the most unusual movies ever made, people have described it as a 'psychological thriller' and it was made in the nineties, so that pretty much qualifies it as a must - see movie. I'd go and rent it right now, but it's rated R and my parents would flip out if they knew I'd even read the summary. Tragically. Perhaps it's leaked on the internet somewhere, or something. That'll be one life goal completed and out of the way.

Music has been nothing remarkable, lately. I had my iPod on shuffle all day yesterday, which meant quite a lot of Smashing Pumpkins and Nirvana. As well as some Pearl Jam. I think I forgot what a tremendous song 'Porch' is. I love Pearl Jam, so please understand that I don't mean to be disrespectful when I say that I think Eddie Vedder's voice used to be better. If you compare 'Alive' or 'Garden' to 'Severed Hand', for example. Eddie does a lot more forced yelling now, and a lot less actual singing. Especially during upbeat songs. It hasn't always been that way, he used to have a more soulful, steady sound. But maybe I'm over analyzing. Obviously, he's still good enough to sell records. Anywho, I was listening to my parents' Marty Casey disc last night and this morning. I've been listening to some Veruca Salt, a little bit of Mindless Self Indulgence, and Screaming Trees too. Sadly, I think my song addiction is over, almost before it started. Few can hope to rival the Bullet With Butterfly Wings obsession of last summer.

I think that's about all. School is going to be terribly boring tomorrow. Stressful, too. Finals and state testing, plus random assessments given to make our quarter totals look better, are working together to kill me. There is only two more weeks of graded work. I have to keep telling myself that.

Is it too early to start counting down?

Seriously. Is it? I have no idea, but I'm going to count down at any rate. There is only fifteen more days of school, excluding weekends, as soon as this day is over. Fifteen! That's almost survivable. Unless, of course, I tank my finals and create all sorts of exceedingly horrid complications for myself. In the spirit of summer, and freedom, and all that, this post is going to be a series of random little blurbs concerning the present state of my life, but not necessarily how my day went. Don't fret, I won't be doing this on a regular basis. Just for today. I don't really remember much of what happened to me today, actually. Most of it was obscured by my english state testing and general sleepiness. I accidently set my first alarm for four thirty nine this morning, instead of five thirty nine. Ow.

I really do hate the spiteful nature of all of the test proctors at my school. My finger slips, I move ahead in the test before we're meant to, and I get this five minute cross examination about cheating and ill intentions. If it weren't for my meek, 'I'm terribly sorry' thing I'm able to do, I'd probably have been to the principal's office. Overreacting about every little thing under the sun seems to be a Northern VA speciality, nobody cared about state testing at all in Washington. Of course, they have this thing about everyone in the school passing, no one getting their test thrown out here, so I suppose it's sort of understandable. Wouldn't want to be the error in the system.

On a more musical note, I found another song I can get hopelessly addicted to. It's been a while since I've had a specific song addiction. I miss that. The title would be, 'Not An Addict' by Sally Anthony. Well, originally, it was by a band called K's Choice. Their version is nice, but something about the girl's voice is too... thick for my liking, I guess. I greatly prefer this version. Pandora radio, who I normally feel is the direct spawn of the devil himself, introduced me to the song a couple of weeks ago. I liked it, but not enough to go to the effort of taking down its title and looking it up, or bookmarking it. It played it increasingly more, just enough to get it to grow on me, but not enough that it got annoying, and now I find myself singing along while it plays for the fortith or so time on Youtube. That's another thing. I can actually sing this song. I can tell, because normally, my failure of a voice cannot match every note in a song, but now, it can. And I can hear it matching. And it gives me this odd little euphoria. I suppose that might contribute to the addiction. Oh, haha, I'm addicted to a song that explicitly mentions not being an addict...

I need a life. Speaking of that, Tears For Fears is (still) stalking me. It all started when some music recommendation thread or site or something like that, said I ought to listen to them. I didn't want to, because eighties synth pop isn't generally my thing. Note the generally thrown in there. Then Adam, one of my favorite people in this world, took on Mad World on American Idol. I fell in love with his version of the song, was a little surprised to hear that it was a Tears For Fears thing, didn't listen to the original. I think I was involved with some conflicting obsession at the time or something. A week or so later, I was listening to music with my parents in the car, and I heard a song I liked, so I asked who it was by. Turned out to be none other than Tears For Fears. The fourth incident happened when I was listening to Walking With Strangers, by the Birthday Massacre, and some comment mentioned that they'd ripped off Tears For Fears. Fifth incident happened last night when I was watching television and Shout was playing during one scene. I had a love at first listen thing with this song, went upstairs and listened to it, tried to ignore the fact that the world had successfully made me voluntarily listen to, and admit taking a liking to, them. Stupid Tears For Fears. Stupid eighties.

My hair has turned a nasty shade of green. Well, if one was being generous, they could call it aqua. But it's not very pretty.

The impossible has happened: I'm ahead of my friends in teen living! My sewing is coming along swimmingly. This is mostly due to the fact that the teacher instructed me to sit beside her so she could survey my feeble attempts at stringing velcro through the slots of the fabric of my boxers. Turns out, I was doing it totally wrong, and ripping out stitches while I was at it. I now have to stitch together the inside of the legs, trim off the jagged edges, and fill out my self evaluation within forty minutes tomorrow, but whatever. If I can handle elastic - stringin', I can handle anything. Nobody could even attempt to call me stupid today, exiled to the teacher's table or not. I'm beating them by quite a lot, and I even explained something to one of my friends.

Now it's time to take a turn in to the figurative twilight zone of my mind. When I was eating dinner tonight, my father made some comment about Popeye The Sailor. The cartoon. I'm sure you've seen it. That show was pretty much my childhood, along with some of the other stuff aired on Cartoon Network, and, of course, ponies. But that's not important. For some reason, when we lived in Cambodia, I used to have these really demented dreams. My mother blames it on the television I watched, along with all of the things I was exposed to. Landmines, starving orphans, that kind of thing. In retrospect, that can probably be used as blame for everything. However, I had this one recurring day dream, I guess it was, that hadn't much of anything to do with television. In it, a little girl wandered into a dark room, found her father drowned in ketchup, the television, which provided the only light in the room, was turned on to Popeye. When I say drowned in ketchup, I don't mean that it was making a swimming pool all over the room or anything. It was all over his face, strangling him. I have no idea what a psychologist would say about it, but it was sort of insane, I used to be almost fixated on it. Every time I was alone in the dark, I'd think of that. Somehow, everything about fascinated me. The drowning, the vague queerness of everything in the room, the way the television was turned to one precise part of one precise episode. I hadn't thought about this... thing for a while until tonight, when my father mentioned Popeye, and it all totally came back to me. Whether I'm disturbed, or totally normal, or just a little bit off my rocker, I don't know. Figured I'd just throw that out there so I'd quit thinking about it for a while.

I have to go practice piano, study for a science test that I'm probably going to fail, and pretend I completely forgot about algebra extra credit, because I no longer care about my potential future eating gum off the sidewalks. Which means I have to quit musing to myself on here.

Music today is easy to sum up: Not An Addict, Sally Anthony. Some Bella Morte on the bus, too. I thought about listening to Tears For Fears, but then mentally slapped myself and didn't do it. I want to listen to Sponge, perhaps I'll get around to it later. I need some Mudhoney on my iPod, they seem like the best bus music ever. Unfortunately, most of their songs are about sex. Actually, I'm pretty sure all of their songs are about sex. Some of them are more subtle than others, but most of the time, they're pretty dang blunt. 'Suck You Dry', for example. Love that song to death, but my mother would have an aneurysm if she saw it on my iPod or iTunes.

That's all for now. Thank you for humoring me through this crazy post, if you're reading.

I am quite exhusted.

It seems that the world at large has decided to use me as a temporary punching bag. Time for a melodramatic sigh. Tuesday morning didn't exactly start out easy, since the weather was about ninety degrees, but it was pouring rain. The air was so humid, I could barely breathe, and it made my hair do this most unusual curling thing. This post is going to be full of whine, just so you know in advance. When I got to school, I was already exhusted and in a less than wonderful mood, as I had gotten all of four hours of sleep the night before. Sleeping simply isn't appealing when it's ten thousand degrees inside, and thunder keeps jolting one awake, hour after hour. Isn't early summer grand? Anywho, the school's air conditioner had chosen the best day to break, the one where we actually needed it, and nobody felt like doing anything about this, so we all suffocated through the day. My school day wasn't terrible, other than that. The rain prevented us from going out of doors in gym, so I sat through forty five minutes of 'Patriot Ball' and listened to my friends ramble on about anime and such. It was rather entertaining, even though I never have any idea what they're talking about. And then I went to teen living, where I was met with the usual sprinkling of snubs, thinly veiled insults, and sarcastic comments. That particular set of friends is going to make me lose it, by the end of the school year. I can only be grateful that none of them are going to high school with me next year.

The earlier portion of the day was pretty boring, routine, that sort of thing. French class was a drag because I got paired up with the sorts of people who go, 'you're smart, you can look up words, right?' and then go off among themselves and leave one to do all of the work for a project alone. I didn't feel like failing anything in that class, at this point, as I need my A to bring up my french grade for the year, so I did what they wanted and tried to conceal my irritation at being tagged as the 'smart kid' again, despite my difficulties with the class. Do I really look like that much of a geek or whatever qualifies me to be the smart one? Or is it merely my incredible work ethic? No idea. English and science were pointless, algebra gave me a chance to have my daily panic attack, and civics was delightful - we got to watch a movie called Twelve Angry Men. Most everyone was mocking it, but I thought it was rather interesting. That seems to be the case with me and civics quite a lot.

Upon arriving home, I had my piano lesson. It wasn't nearly so catastrophic as I feared it'd be, but I was really out of it, and my piano teacher could tell. She was sympathetic about my trouble with Karma Police, and agreed that playing the chords along with the bassline sounded far better. However, Sonatina was a moderately easy song that I was simply too lazy to get anywhere with, so I think she's punishing me by giving me thirty measures to have perfected by next week. I wanted to protest, but I figured I'd gotten myself into this mess, I'd have to go ahead and get myself out by doing it. I'm going to have to make an honest effort in practicing for a while, every single day, since I have a lot to work on now. I cannot believe I thought jumping back into piano would be so seamless and easy. It was, at first, I suppose, but not anymore. My teacher figured out how much I'd retained, I guess, and decided to push me a little harder than she was initially going to. I am only thankful that she's not making me bother with that theory nonsense that accompanied my piano lessons, last time. I already know about chords, and time signatures, and - mostly - how to read notes, so I suppose it's not really necessary.

Today, I stayed home sick from school. It wasn't that I was sick, exactly, I was just so tired and worn out. Life has been going far too fast for my liking, as of late, and it feels that it only continues to accellerate, people demanding more and more. I can hardly relax. I have free time, but I'm always stressed, and I feel as though I'm doing something wrong if I'm not doing something productive. I'm always awake when I should be tired; extremely drowsy when I should be awake. I'm hungry when I've just eaten, and don't want to eat when I'm supposed to. But I sound awfully dramatic. It'll all be over soon, in less than a month now. June eighteen is my last day of school. I am really, really looking forward to it.

I've listened to quite a few things, in the past days. Mostly Garbage, The Dollyrots, The Donnas, Yeah Yeah Yeah's, Letters to Cleo, that sort of thing. But, yesterday, I was listening to some of Nirvana's earlier stuff, and then there's the odd little Spice Girls phase I've been going through. I also am still loving Mudhoney, Screaming Trees and Love Battery. Oh, and Pearl Jam. It's odd, I had quite the obsession with them, earlier this year, then I went several months without listening to them, at all. I feel I'm forgetting something, I know I've been listening to more than I remember. Oh, I was listening to my father's keyboard music, some stuff he recorded when I was little. I envy his ability to play the piano, even if he cannot read notes at all. I was also listening to Britney Spears, yesterday. Gimme More is such an addicting song.

Oh, just so you know, my new blogger icon is me. As opposed to someone or something else. It's taken from the back, so I'm not quite as stalker friendly as I could be. But I just proved myself wrong, from some comment I made about not being stupid a couple of posts ago. Oh, well.

That's all, I know, this was pathetically short. I'm too sleepy and hungry to care.

Weekends are tiring.

Well, not normally, they aren't. But this one certainly is. It's only Sunday, but it feels as though it's been months since Friday afternoon. Of course, at the same time, I don't want the weekend to end, because school is such a pain, at this point. In addition to that, I'm terrified of gym. More afraid than I've ever been of any class, ever. It's silly, but I don't want to bat. See, my gym teacher decided that the best possible unit to finish off the year would be a softball one. This encompasses the whole 'stand in front of people and swing blindly at a tiny white ball coming at you at ten thousand miles an hour' thing. Which I cannot handle. I've managed to get out of it, until now. But there are only so many people in my class, and it seems rather inevitable. So, I shall be mocked and scorned by my classmates, forced to destroy my team's winning streak, and ridiculed by my friends, all of whom somehow, despite the fact that they too haven't any coordination or athletic ability, manage to hit the ball. Oh well. Anywho, I'm getting quite distracted. This weekend hasn't been torment or anything, though I suspect that I'll be quite glad by the end of it. My grandparents are acting the way they always do. 'Cept for, I forgot what a sharp, almost hostile sense of humor my grandfather has. Sarcastic, mocking, that sort of thing. Not wildly different than mine, I suppose, but I am a hypocrite. He also has a habit of cursing constantly, even around my sister and brother, which, while amusing and mostly harmless, is getting my mother all wound up. My grandmother is almost frighteningly complimentary, and insisted upon listening to Alice in Chains and Bella Morte off of my iPod yesterday, which turned out being sort of uncomfortable for everyone.

I sound so negative, and horrid. I love them, I guess, but I hardly see them, and when I do, it's not as though I'm going to pour out my soul to them or anything. There are some perks to having them here, perks that are almost totally unrelated to the actual people. Once again, I sound horrible, but oh well. Yesterday, after being dragged down a path through Great Falls National Park (something like that, I think it was called? Yeah, I'm stalker friendly.) where there were snakes, and worms, and animal carcasses, and all sorts of other unpleasent things, my parents took me to a thrift store. At long last. I have been waiting to go into one of these things and see what they are for a very, very long time. I was shocked, elated, at the low prices. Most of the garments there weren't really up my alley - they were better suited to middle aged men, which, admittedly, isn't all that far away from my style, but they weren't nice looking middle aged men clothes - but I found this gigantic blue button down shirt, that suited me well enough, for four dollars. For four dollars, I'll buy almost anything. My parents didn't seem to be in complete approval of it, but it was my money, and they had no choice. The people at thrift stores, at least, that one, turn out to be far nicer than the people at regular clothing stores. The woman at the counter actually started a conversation with me - yes, it was about my hair dye, which is getting really old, I don't even have all that much in there - which I haven't had since I lived in Washington. People are not generally all that friendly around here. You're probably wondering, at this point, what this could possibly have to do with my grandparents. The only reason I convinced my mother to take me in there was because my grandmother was already inside. She's a snob of sorts, she doesn't like going inside these places. She doesn't even like me buying things off of eBay, which I think is sort of dumb. Of course, I'm an obsessive bargain hunter, so...

We went to the air and space museum later that afternoon. Which was boring. I entertained myself by trying to make my phone get reception, and failing, and watching this rather senile old guy talk to himself by one of the planes. There were some Nazi fighters there, which proved rather interesting, more so than everything else. How is it that their symbol, just a simple formation of lines can be so notorious? It almost sort of scares me to look at it, which I don't think is all that uncommon. Upon arriving home, I hung out on the Internet for a while, mostly on Youtube, since my other major internet addiction was forced away from me, and tried to avoid more social interactions of the most awkward kind. Well, perhaps not most awkward, but pretty darn uneasy. Talking to people with such an age gap, and a life gap, is sort of difficult for me. Then again, I have issues talking to some people my own age, so it could quite possibly be my fault. I tried practicing piano, but it's really not working out for me. I have two days to perfect those measures, but Karma Police is impossible. My grandfather is insanely good at piano, and he laughed at how low the notes on the treble clef were written, tried his hand at it for a couple of minutes, and then wished me good luck. The other song, Sonatina or something like that, isn't horribly bad, but I've been neglecting it, I need to do some work if I'm going to get both of my hands working together by Tuesday. Maybe I'll contract a life threatening illness. That'll get me out of gym and piano. Goodness, I just realized how intensely stressful Tuesday is going to be. Oh well. I'll have to try not to think of it, and savor the last day of my life before things I do not want to do and cannot do invade. Oh, how I long for the enclosed mental shelter of homeschool.

I'm hanging around the house, not doing much of anything today. I need to recover from all of the touristy nonsense I did yesterday, I suppose. Tomorrow, we're going into Washington DC and doing some museum sorts of things. If my mother follows up on her offer earlier, I will get to visit the Hard Rock Cafe there. I've been to the Maui, Baltimore, San Francisco, and Myrtle Beach ones so far. They never fail to completely thrill me. There's nothing I like more than musical icons and their stuff. If I get any decent pictures, perhaps I'll put them up on here.

Oh! I almost forgot to post my fourth quarter interim grades, mostly for my own remembering purposes. Here we go...

English - A (95 percent)
French - A (97 percent)
Science - B+ (92 percent)
Algebra - C+ (80 percent)
Civics - A (96 percent)
Gym - A (100 percent)
Teen Living - B+ (90 percent)

I know, it's quite pathetic that my Teen Living grade is lower than everything but algebra. I've been told now by about twenty people.


As for music, I've been listening to some... guilty pleasure stuff, I guess one could say. Singers that are frowned upon by most everyone with decent musical taste, or who knows anything about music. Singers who resort to working for the Disney franchise. Okay, fine, I'll come out and say it, I was listening to Miley Cyrus last night. Start All Over has really well done harmonies in it. Kudos to whoever wrote the music for the song, which I am completely certain is not Cyrus herself. I also had on some Spice Girls, Puddle of Mudd, and, later, Smashing Pumpkins. So, it was an all over horrible musical night, with the exception of the last band. If only I could return to one of my former phases, where there was at least some dignity in liking the music I liked. I've brought myself out of it, a little bit, by listening to Love Battery, Nirvana, and Incubus today. I have the feeling that it'll get worse later today. I tend to lose self control and search things that I'd never search - such as Miley Cyrus, for example - if I were fully operational, later at night.

That's it. This entry was sort of short, but oh well. I need to go downstairs and stop neglecting my relatives.

This week has just been one long, 'oh goodness'.

It really has. Everything, and I do mean everything, is making me want to either bang my head repeatedly against a wall or go into a temporary coma in some soma generated little world inside my head. Or maybe both at once. It hasn't been particularly bad in any way, I haven't any major complaints that are in, any way, justified. But I'm tired of the monotony that comes with going to school every day, and I'm sick of having no time to myself, and I want the warm weather to give me some benefits, instead of merely making gym class feel impossibly long. Why is summer such a curse, at first?! Certainly, it's wonderful once one makes it into August and July, but now? It's uncomfortable and irritating.

Don't get me wrong though, my life hasn't been in complete wreckage or anything. Monday was boring; Tuesday was... boring too. Wednesday, my shirts arrived from Amazon, who delivered far more swiftly than I expected. The Mudhoney one is ginormous, it goes down to my knees and the sleeves are so baggy, it's almost comical. Still, I intend to wear it to school tomorrow regardless. The others fit me better, I think they're actually a proper size. Buying things I do not actually need off the internet and then seeing them come in their humble little brown packaging never fails to delight me, so that made my day. That's probably been the high point of my week, so far. There've been several recurring annoyances that refuse to let me be in a consistently good mood.

First of all, my piano songs this week are proving to be virtually impossible for me. I keep getting distracted, bored, or fed up with it, and working out my own arrangements, or playing something else entirely. My lesson is next Tuesday, and I barely have the first two measures of both songs down. I need eight of both. I intend to put in more work on them over the weekend, but I don't know how possible that will be. This is due to the fact that my grandparents are showing up, apparently. Tomorrow. I was only informed of this yesterday, as communication at its finest is always exhibited in my family. I love my grandparents and all, but they're extremist left wing enviromentalist nutjobs who's idea of a good conversation is to interrogate me on what college I'm going to attend, who rape our kitchen of all health food, and then complain that we only have junk left to eat, demand that I demonstrate my knowledge on the guitar for them, which is more minimal than they'd like, and, last but not least, make racist remarks about how fortunate my brother and sister are that my parents 'took them in.' If there's one thing that makes me angry, it's that. Well, that and some other things. Okay, a lot of things. But that's on the list. On top of those things, social drama is escalating everywhere I look at school. I had my first fight with a school friend, since I moved, this past week. It's not a fight in that we slapped each other and ran off crying, but there's tension, and I broke down and yelled at her yesterday. For some reason unbeknowst to me, she's acting all jealous and trying to make me look stupid in front of her boyfriend, who happens to be one of my closest school friends, because, due to some rumor another friend keeps spreading around, I'm trying to steal him and it's working. None of this is true, of course. And now I'm telling the internet too much again. Plus, if that weren't enough, my english project is trying to kill me. Or make me a Nazi. Or something along those lines. Josef Mengele appears to have laid some sort of curse on me that has impaired my ability to come up with abnormally big words for a thirteen year old kid to use on my report. I have a... thing about showing up my english teacher. I know, it's not terribly nice, but if you had to listen to her scream on about us getting off the escalator every day, you'd feel the same way. I don't stand up in front of the class and scream out hateful slander against her or anything, but if she makes an error, I do try to raise my hand and correct it in front of everyone. It gives me such joy. Especially since, most of the time, she shows the world how narcissistic she is by coming over to my seat, arguing with me, and then realizing, belatedly, she was wrong and correcting herself in such a way that suggests she knew it all along. So, that class has been torment. As has science. And algebra. And teen living. And, even gym, because I cannot stop angsting over some of the stupidest things in the world when it comes to that class, so I hate it.

School needs to end. Now. Oh. I almost forgot: I've one last grievance to share before I go. Animal Crossing Community (every downside of a command economy enclosed in one little gaming forum) banned me. Again. Most of you probably know this already, but I'm not exactly a first timer when it comes to accounts there. The place is a pain to stay alive in, and the moderation is so extreme, it's pathetic, but it's sort of... my life. Oh, not the forum, exactly. But everything that comes with it. The internet. Fanfiction. The best friends ever. It all spawned from there, for me. But, after creating my eleventh or so account, due to a ban for cursing my head off, which was probably one of my stupider decisions, they banned me the following day for multiple accounts. They're certainly not very creative around there. I want something interesting: sharing personal information! Posing as a staff member! Distributing copyrighted material! I could, would, and have done all of these things before. If only they'd call me on that instead of the same tired old complaints. But I digress. I've decided not to make any more accounts. I'm sort of sick of letting a video game forum waste three or four hours of my life every day. I don't even play Animal Crossing anymore. Most of the people on there are shallow, annoying, and about as intelligent as pillbugs, and, quite honestly, about ninety percent of them have outgrown it and just go on because they can get away with acting superior to little kids there. I've done the same, which is really awfully horrid of me. Plus, there are far better ways to waste time on the internet. Hopefully, this'll clear some time up for a while. Perhaps I'll log on again in the summer, when I've more patience and time. Perhaps not. You never know. I know that if you're reading this, you most likely arrived here from that site, and you're probably wondering where I've gone. You can send me an IM or something, if you'd like. Just get in contact with me by way of the comments.

Now that I've covered all of my many whiny bases, it's time to ramble about music. I shall begin this by saying that I've got a Garbage phase. It started out with a 'Sex Is Not The Enemy' addiction that lasted for a while, but their other stuff struck me as sort of boring. Shirley Manson has, in the last few days, become one of my favorite female vocalists. Their songs are really easy to sing along to, and they've somewhat suited my mood. Whatever my mood happens to be. With that said, I'm sort of in a girly pop / punk / whatever phase in general. Dollyrots, Veruca Salt, Go Betty Go, The Donnas, that sort of thing. I am also still phasing over Nirvana, mostly on the bus. Nothing beats sprawling out across the whole seat - yes, I'm antisocial. But it's the bus and I'm sleepy - and listening to Scentless Apprentice or Swap Meet with the volume all the way up. Other than that, it's been a moderately randomized collection of music, for me. I was listening to Creed for a while today. I started listening to some of the songs off of Marty Casey's pre - reality show album, last weekend. That's... about it, I believe.

I've got to put my brother and sister to bed now. Night, world.

Edit~ Oh, I almost forgot. The icon on my Blogger account isn't a picture of me. It's one of my many heroes, Steve Burns. If you think I'd show the internet a picture of myself, well... okay, you're not that far from the truth. But, I'm not posting it on Blogger. I do have some sense of reason. That's all.

School needs to end.

Seriously. It's pulling me down into the melodramatic little depression I had at the beginning of the year; only this time, I cannot skip school once every two weeks to help myself recover. Finals, state testing, and reviews in all classes. Even the civics one is beginning to seem a little intense, and that's my best subject by far. On top of the chaos that comes with finishing out the year in traditional Northern VA style, everything has just felt really stressful lately. Even little things, that shouldn't bother me. I've been a rather neurotic bundle of nerves, as of late, and the only cure is a two month block of time without any interruptions to my peace and quiet. Normally, that'd be summer. Which happens in almost exactly a month. But, it would be far too easy and convienient for my summer to actually provide this time. Instead, I shall be dragged to the far corners of the earth - well, technically, New York, but they're practically synonyms - to visit every family member in existence. If my mother's wishes become truth, and I am good enough of a writer to make it into the ten day long summer program that she signed me up for, that will kill some of my time too. Sounds like there will be only minimal time for staying up 'til four, sleeping in 'til twelve. Which is a pity, because that happens to be my life style of choice.

Ha, so that was my whiny ramble. Well, one of them. I almost forgot to rant about my english project. I don't know if I mentioned my mixed feelings about the assignment before this, but I'm sure I did say something about it. The man I'm researching is Josef Mengele, and he's not a very nice person. He's the opposite of one, really. So far, in my research, I have found that he killed over 400,000 Jews, gypsies, and other minorities. He also performed lethal experiments on infants, and toddlers, often going through surgery on their vital organs and completely extremely painful procedures while they were fully concious. He was, probably, one of the most screwed up people ever to live. I got to learn the gory details of all of his experiments, and see graphic images that belonged in an R rated movie, all for the sake of getting an A. My parents found out what I had to learn, after I complained passively about it to them, and now they want to send my english teacher a letter telling her to give me a new assignment. I don't mean to get all internet - acronymy - on you, but WTF? The whole thing has been nothing but trouble. At first, I was thrilled that the assignment wouldn't be dull. Oh, it's been anything but dull. But it hasn't been very good either. That brought my week down quite a bit, along with the additional stresses and frustrations of life.

In other news, more cheery news, certainly, the Bella Morte concert was on Friday, and I still smile and have an inward 'squee' moment just thinking about it. My father took me. We left around seven, drove the half of an hour or so it took to get to Jaxx Nightclub, where it took place, and cautiously entered with the waves of - as predicted by my mother, who has an annoying habit of being at least partially right about everything - goth people. Who sort of intimidated me at first, I won't lie. The inside of the place was rather dark, covered with stickers and posters and such, and very, very loud. My father is convinced he's gone deaf now. We waited through three bands, two of whom were pretty awful, and one of whom was halfway decent, but more screaming / metal than my style. Which is odd, since the club seemed more gravitated towards electronic music. My father and I hung out around this unused bar in the corner with some people who looked considerably closer to his age than mine, and were smoking weed the whole time, until the opening bands were done playing. We bought a t shirt from this little stand that was selling them, and it turned out the singer was selling them, and I didn't even know it was him. Yes, this is sad. But he had a haircut since I last saw a picture of him, so I didn't quite recongize him. He acted like... a regular person. Which was cool. I wish I could have asked him to autograph the shirt or something, though. Around eleven, Bella Morte finally came out, so we moved down to the floor in front of the stage. The crowd was tiny; there were probably less than one hundred people there, which I really do not understand. First of all, this band is incredible. They have everything a band should have, and they put on an unforgettable show. Yes, that sounds cliched and stupid, but I cannot help fangirling a little. Andy, the lead singer, was so energetic for that time of the night, it was insane. He'd apparently been drinking Red Bulls backstage for the past hour, and proceeded to drink two more during the show. He was dancing all over the place, flinging the microphone stand up into the air and leaning up on the metal rails that seperated the band from the crowd, interacting with a lot of people. The highlight of the whole thing was definitely the second he got all of six inches away from my face, put his hand of my shoulder (for like, five whole seconds!) and sang right to me. Sure, he did that with a couple of other people, but I felt loved anywho. They played most of my favorite songs. No Burn The Sky, which is my absolute favorite. But they played Find Forever Gone, An Enemy Without, On The Edge, Dust, and several others. The set was actually moderately short - only eleven or twelve songs, which is a pity. Is that short? I'm not sure. The Smashing Pumpkins set - that's the only other concert I've ever been to - was really long, around twenty songs including two encores. Ah, well. When it was over, I was in this state of insane giddiness brought on by anticipation, exhustion, and an overload of sudden elation. My father probably wanted to kill me by the time I got home, since I refused to quit talking. We got home around one, and I hung out on the internet for a few minutes, then went to bed. I was quite drowsy, smelled like cigerettes, and felt wonderful.

So, those are my rambles for today. Tomorrow, school starts again, and everything shall get more hectic. I have a science standardized test in the morning, and I'm a little bit nervous about that, but I'm sure I'll make it through. Today, nothing worth mentioning really happened. I stayed home from church because my father's ears weren't in good enough shape, or some nonsense like that. This afternoon, I spent the sixty some dollars I'd obtained from various babysitting jobs, on shirts. Off of Amazon, since everything else was so pricey, and Hot Topic keeps refusing to sell band tee shirts that are both affordable and feature a band that I actually listen to. I got a Nirvana one, a Mudhoney one, and an Alice in Chains one. They ought to be here in a couple of days; I'll obsess over them 'til they arrive. I always do that to myself when buying things online, which I do pretty frequently. I have some disorder that makes it impossible for me to save my money, I think. I always spend it within a day or two of getting it on something I don't exactly need, but want quite a lot.

Music this past week has been a pretty mixed bag. If I had to summarize it with one sentence, I'd say it's been louder and more angsty than some of the stuff I've previously had on. Some Smashing Pumpkins, Bella Morte, Alice in Chains, Mudhoney, that kind of thing. I've been trying out some of the lesser known grunge bands, as of late. Tad, Screaming Trees, Love Battery... they're almost better than the mainstream. And, of course, I've been loving my Nirvana. Every time I even begin to doubt my adoration for them, something happens and I'm hooked again. Scentless Apprentice is one of the best songs ever. As is Papercuts. And Radio Friendly Unit Shifter. They're all among the best, really. People who call Nirvana overrated are insane; they deserve every bit of cred they get. Oh, and before I forget to mention this and go off on some irrelvant rant about how much I love Nirvana, which I was sort of doing already, Mark Arm is mine. For real. I claim ownership.

That's all.

I'm a bad blogger.

I say this because it has been at least four days, and all sorts of things have been going on in my life, and I haven't said anything about any of them. But that's okay. I'll make up for it by rambling a while. Wednesday was my last day of youth group. It was sort of boring, rather low key. I hung out with my friends and wandered the church aimlessly. I cannot remember anything else in particular happening that day, with the exception of my english teacher visibly losing her mind in front of my class. She was all giggly and giddy at the beginning of class, laughing over nothing and making these jokes that seemed inspired by something decidedly chemical, then randomly gave us our largest project of the year, to date. It was meant to teach us something about research before we went off into the wide world of highschool, but I don't know that it'll be very educational, if it is anything like the other projects we've had. It will also not interest me at all. She started off by calling it a 'basic research project', so I had no objections to this. I thought I might learn a little something about the life of David Bowie, if that was possible. But then she killed the project by assigning me some World War II general who's name I cannot even pronounce, and probably is not even on the more interesting side. The Nazis, that is. I am quite fascinated with the Nazi belief system and Hitler, which makes no sense, since I am, apparently, Jewish and would have been imprisoned and killed during that time. Something about them is quite interesting to me. But, alas, I did not get assigned Hitler. So I have to learn some facts about Josef whatever his name is, now. As I was saying, before I went off on my little rant about ...the war, I guess? My english teacher suddenly became quite angry for no particular reason, and started ranting and marching around the classroom in her usual manner. At least she'd returned to normal at this point. She then told us, despite the fact that no one had moved a muscle during the entire class period, that we were doing our note cards all wrong. They were, she insisted, called note cards because they were intended for taking notes, not copying down information. Can't argue that logic.

Thursday, I did nothing of substance. My sister and mother had to go to gymnastics, so my father took me, and my brothers out for dinner. Which was nice. Made nicer by the fact that he told us that he'll be taking me and my brother somewhere this summer. Anywhere we want, as long as it is an easy drive away from here. I, personally, would really like to go to New Jersey. My brother wants to go to New York or something.

Friday, which was yesterday, wasn't a terribly good day. School was boring. My friend broke his wrist, I failed a french test, which normally would have really stressed me out, but I've done quite well on the other tests we've had, as of late, so I didn't mind. I got screamed at by a school administrator for throwing something away in what proved to be the wrong garbage can. Silly me. People continued to state that I had blue hair, in gym and teen living, as though it were a new idea, and certainly not something I was aware of. I couldn't wait for the week to be over, which is sort of unusual for me, as of late. Upon arriving home, I found my parents to be gone, which meant I had to go and get my brother from the bus stop, a walk that takes about twenty minutes, and involves passing by all sorts of very noisy dogs. Oh well. I needed the exercise, I probably do not get enough. I spent the afternoon playing piano, wasting time on the internet, and wondering if I ought to be cleaning my room. I need to do so today, it's probably what I shall do as soon as I finish this. I went to bed extremely early for me, around eleven. Fridays are normally my latest nights.

Today's been boring, so far. But it's only four in the afternoon. I woke around ten, went to my neighbor's home so they could introduce me to their children and prepare me for my babysitting job on Monday, and hung out around the house, played some piano. Much to my disappointment, my new song book hasn't anything worth playing, certainly not anything that I listen to in my free time. But I am teaching myself how to play Lithium, using a guitar book that I had from the days when I consistently played guitar... something I really ought to keep doing. The notes are a little more challenging than anything else I've been playing, and some of them must be altered so they sound better on piano, but that's nothing I can't work with. I also ordered a new cell phone, since my old one is three years old, has a habit of losing charge for no reason whatsoever (it and my laptop should start a club) and is quite a bother to use. I'm babysitting for my parents tonight. That kills the best hours of the evening, but at least it'll make up for all of the money I've lost, recently. I don't think saving up cash is physically possible for me.

I've listened to a wide variety of things this week. I seem to be floating in between phases, sort of. There's the folk / classical / new age / God knows what that Pandora Radio got me hooked on, and then there's the Vitamin String Quartet, who is one of my most infuriating obsessions, since you cannot find their full length songs free, anywhere online. I might have to go and buy them all off of iTunes. I am also in a little bit of a Nirvana phase, still. I have moved on from Nevermind songs to Bleach songs, for the most part. I never really liked Bleach quite as much as the newer stuff. I suppose they were still sorting things out, changing band members, developing a specific sound, then, but the music from that album is still astonishingly great. It's very underrated. If those phases were not enough, I still frequently, almost addictively, listen to the same two industrial bands that have been my obsession for months, now. But, I think the most dominant phase at the moment would have to be VSQ. I cannot get over how unique, and interesting they are. Who else would have thought to cover the Toadies with violins and violas?! The only thing I want that I have not heard them do would be Mudhoney. If they can do a decent Mudhoney rendition, I'll be a fan for life.

That's it, I suppose. I'd better quit putting off the inevitable and get off my computer.

I want to skip to Friday now.

This week has been... less than enjoyable, for me. Monday was really rough, and today was sort of boring. I shall summarize Monday in one easy paragraph, since I missed out on it, but it was worth complaining about. Monday started off better than most. I didn't forget anything, I was on time, nobody made any annoying comments 'bout my hair. Then came algebra, and the world all came crashing down. Well, figuratively, of course. I got thirty percent on the last little test we took, and, as a result of this grade, I was forced to stay after school for support. I have never stayed after school for something of this nature in my life before, with the exception of once for french. But that was different because the after school programs were not installed yet, and so it was far easier to get myself where I needed to be. Now they've got a sign up form, and a bus schedule that is entirely different than the regular one, and all kinds of fancy nonsense that made me horribly nervous. Fortunately, a few of my friends noticed my panic and pointed me where to go, and hung out with me during the program. So it wasn't unbearable or anything. But it caused much stress, and I ended up arriving home at about four thirty, instead of three, like I usually do. Homework was light, the rest of the evening was fine enough, I even mastered the piano songs I needed to learn. However, at around nine I had to force myself to go study. You see, I had the very last major assessment of the school year in algebra today. My grade is literally hinged on this, and considering that it's somewhere in the area of being a D right now, I needed to do extremely well. So I did some extra review, studied with my parents, and hoped for the best. I did alright on today's quiz, but I didn't do wonderful, and that pretty much seals my fate. I'm going to have a C+ average for algebra, and, consequently, I'm going to live in a dumpster and eat chewed gum off the pavement as an adult.

Today was a little better. The test in algebra stressed me out, but my other classes were easy nothing. The french quiz today was the easiest one's ever been; I think I got over one hundred percent, which delights me, even though I don't really need it. I don't know why I've finally hit my stride or whatever one says, in french, but it sort of irritates me that I hit it at this point. I ended up letting my friend cheat off of me today, which is morally wrong and could get me suspended and all that, but she has a really low grade, and she forgot to study, which I've done quite a few times before. Teen Living might potentially be sort of fun, I've found. We're making boxers. Which, on the surface, is not appealing nor enjoyable in any way, and just causes undue stress for me. But I can probably make my way through this project by making my friends do half of it for me, like last time! Today we didn't do anything but find patterns and cut out sizes, and then we got to sit and talk.

Upon arriving home, I had my piano lesson. My teacher seemed far more thrilled at my progress than I expected, since I was still a little shaky on some things. I finished working out the song I've been playing, and she said we should begin working on some more contemporary music next week. I'm going to have to put some actual work into practicing, namely the notes. I forgot how to read the upper half of treble clef, and I'm still not fluent with bass clef. I hate reading music. If only there was some easier way to communicate which notes to play and when. Keys and all of that nonsense bother me too. There has to be a better way. There simply has to be. Oh, well. I actually really enjoy playing piano, I wish I hadn't quit before. I lost quite a bit of knowledge when I did so, which irks me.

I did some homework, and watched American Idol this evening. Sadly, Adam did not hug Slash, as I had hoped. It was going to make my week worthwhile. But, he did an incredible job with the Led Zeppelin song, and he was as gorgeous as ever. I hate that I have such a pathetically large fangirl crush on him. Normally, I don't take to American Idol contestants. I think. I thought Michael Johns was decent last year, and I liked David Cook for a while, but not the way I love Adam.

I listened to almost all string adaptions today. Of everything. Fall Out Boy, Led Zeppelin, White Stripes, Killers, Nirvana, you name it, I listened to it. Oddly enough, I've begun to develop a new Nirvana phase today. Stay Away and Lithium have got to be some of the most easy to replay songs ever. Normally, I prefer In Utero and unreleased material to Nevermind, but this phase appears to be an odd variety on the regular sort. I also listened to Bella Morte and Atreyu on the bus, because those are little phases that may, sadly, never go away. I'm going to the concert... the weekend from next, though! I need to try to learn all of Bella Morte's songs, but mostly the ones from their new album, since that's what they'll probably be performing. I already know quite a few. It's been a while since I listened to some of them, though. I'm rather proud of myself for not listening to complete garbage today, but then again, do string covers count as decent music? If not, I take that last statement back.

That's all for tonight. It's late.

Here it goes again.

End of the weekend. Today was exhusting. I overslept 'til about eight thirty, since my alarm no longer wakes me. Apparently, the piercing screech of a repeated buzzer fails to register in my head as something worth getting up for. I dressed and went to church. It was pretty fun, more so than usual today. My friend and I spent a good deal of the time trying to hook another friend up with the guy she likes, and failing at it. I think the youth leaders were rather agitated at us by the end of the service, unfortunately, since we continually talked through most of it. I make up for my soft - spokeness during most of the week by babbling on about nothing whenever I'm with people who I know a little better, I've found. After church, I did about an hour and a half of algebra, which was one of the less enjoyable ways to ease me back into the school week, and did some minor english, french and science homework. Teachers are still continuing to load me up every single day; the weekend is no longer an exception. I think they're afraid of finals. If students fail, teachers get in trouble.

This afternoon was spent on the Internet, engaging myself in all sorts of unusual conversations with friends, and tidying up my room. My bed is neatly made for the night now, so I don't have to go to the trouble of fixing it before I sleep, like I usually do! I love cleaning my room, for reasons that I will not even try to explain or describe to the general public. There's something very fulfilling about it, that makes me feel ready for anything, and safe at the same time. Thus why I go to the pains of cleaning it every weekend. That's the best I can do, if you're wondering. For explaining, I mean. I was meant to do some other cleaning, but I hid in my room as long as possible to avoid it. I'm rather good at that.

I babysat for my parents' small group and earned myself two and a half more hours of service learning this evening. I don't really mind the job all that much, my sister and brother tend to be more difficult than anyone else in attendance, but I can't say I won't be grateful for summer and the lack of small group that it brings with it. Giving up two hours on a Sunday night is no fun. I got some piano practice in before group, and ended up skipping dinner because of this. Fortunately, I am generally more motivated by boredom or stress to eat than actual hunger, so I was fine with the cookies somebody left out on the counter later. I left my electric guitar, which I usually don't like playing unless I can plug it in, in the basement, so I was able to play around with it, unplugged, for an hour or so tonight. My fingers are really sore now, but it was worth it to get some practice in. I'm irritated with myself for forgetting Stairway to Heaven and just about everything else I learned. I played Bodies quite a few times, and changed the chords around so that it sounded better, which was sort of fun.

I am not sure how I feel about returning to school tomorrow. It seems that there is always something to worry about, always new stress, but life might get monotonous without school too. I'm most anxious about teen living and algebra for valid reasons, and gym for completely stupid ones. I'm not looking forward to every single person I know asking if I've gone emo, but then again, half of my friends seem to think I am anyways, so they might not bother. Gah. I'm coming across as sort of whiny tonight. It's bothersome. I'm actually in a decent mood. As for the positive side of returning, I get to see some of the people who I haven't gotten a chance to talk with for a few days, and it will be a rather relaxed day that will allow me to enjoy my normal routine, something I love, but rarely get to keep. The dentist kept getting in my way, for a while.

I listened to a little bit of everything today. Atreyu, Bella Morte, Nirvana, and the Smashing Pumpkins, mostly. Some Birthday Massacre, but less than in previous days. My phase could potentially be over. Some Blind Melon too. That's who I'm listening to right now. Sleepyhouse still makes me want to give Shannon Hoon a hug and tell him to feel better, and stop taking drugs. It's quite sad, but beautiful. I had on some Mudhoney earlier. This Gift stuck in my head for days on end, then I gave in and listened to it, now I'm sort of halfway addicted. But, more than anything, I think I was listening to piano and string covers of Nirvana today. There are a few people who do a really amazing job with them, and the melodies transfer to other instruments quite well. I think they're what inspired me to start piano again...

That's it. Tomorrow begins another week.

I'm black and blue.

Not bruised. Ha. My hair is now dyed! Has been since about two this afternoon. It's mostly inky, blue - black, with strips of blue in the front. A little less than shoulder length. It seems pretty low matainance, which is ideal for me. I hate working with my hair, hate hair in general. It's so astronomically pointless, and causes nothing but drama. However, I am happy with it today. The job took about two or three hours total, mostly due to the fact that portions of my hair had to be bleached first, then that had to dry, then more dye had to be put on, then I had to sit and wait for a while, and then it had to be washed and cut and straightened. Took quite a long time, but it was worth it. I had to pay eighty dollars, but I had all of the cash I needed, after selling my darling old iPod, and even had about twenty left over. I intend to waste this on song downloads, since I have nothing worth saving for. Technically, I could be saving to buy a new phone, but I don't want to bother right now. My parents might actually pay completely for something for once and let me spend my money impulsively as is proper for my age. But only if I convince them that my safety is compromised without it.

That was an unusual little ramble. But, anyways, I woke around nine today, and spent the morning on the Internet, showering, and searching for my eyeliner sharpener, since I'm awfully bored of not wearing it. We left for the mall around eleven, and I spent quite a while there, due to my appointment. We picked up Vietnamese food on the way home, and then my parents left for a date, so I babysat again. Thus the extra money I had. Most of it went towards library fees, but I was able to keep some. My sister and brother behaved seamlessly, with the exception of my sister's melodramatic fit when they had to stop watching that cartoon about the speaking dinosaurs and go to bed. I don't see why the show is so terribly engaging to her. It didn't hold my attention for very long. Oh, note to any readers out there along with myself: never ever mix diet pepsi with caramel and mint ice cream. It's the worst taste in the world, and drinking a whole cup of it will probably kill you. I really need to stop stealing food from around my house when my parents are out; it doesn't pay. There are literally no benefits.

I practiced piano today, and I managed to get a little bit of cleaning done, but aside from that, I did almost nothing worth mentioning in the areas of being responsible and such today. There's not very much I can say about it, but it was quite chaotic. I'm tired now, yet oddly very lucid. I want to go outside, and walk down the road in the darkness, singing to myself. But that's probably a byproduct of me being exhusted, and confused, and dellusional. I'd better get some sleep before it grows any worse, and I actually put this plan into action.

As for music... I listened to quite a lot of Bella Morte and the Birthday Massacre today. Some Nirvana, and a few stringed covers of Nirvana. I had a phase concerning those, a while ago. I hope it doesn't return, since it was awfully inconvienient. A little bit of Letters to Cleo, and some Atreyu. Pretty much everything I've been phasing over for the past month or so. I need to find some new music, something new. Not new, specificially, new to me. Older music is far better, I've found. Well, I found that out about two years ago, but still. It is. Trust me. Speaking of such, I was listening to some eighties dance pop today too, by way of the radio, and I actually sort of... like it. It's all so cheesy, and almost every song sounds exactly the same, but it's going to become a guilty pleasure phase, I can sense it. Oh well. I've been through literally everything else.

That's all. It's short, because I'm tired.