Suddenly, I have something completely ridiculous come to mind. Actually not just a "something" but a lot of things. Well, for one, it's 2:14 in the morning, and I can't sleep. Two, I have school tomorrow and don't have as much of that backbone as I did today to go there and be completely bubbly. Three, I remember blogging my fingertips off when on Myspace last year, but now my blogs are all hidden. Strangely, even I don't give much of a glance to them. That "dark era" of mine, is away. I'm going to try and keep it away for as long as I possibly can. Four, I think I'm in love; my head is going crazy with thoughts because of all of the above already mentioned. Five, I don't know what I'm accomplishing by listing these things. I'm not even really "listing" when you think about it. 'Cos, aren't lists with words stacked one right below the other? Yes, right? I thought so.
I also don't know what invaded my head, at the moment. I felt a bit motivated to blog, so I'm blogging. Honestly, I've got just so much to say, that I can be typing out contract-long paragraphs (and yes, all you curious little beavers, I've done that in the past) but right now, I don't know, this is going however it's going. I'm too tired to bother changing it. No, actually I'm not tired, and by the looks of it, neither is my mother 'cos she seems to be enjoying her free time with our friendly refrigerator. It seems rather welcoming to me, but I brushed my teeth and will pass on its invitation inside (perverts).
There is this thing at school that I'm capable of doing very well. Say,- oh, you know what, I'm not even going to get into that. Ugh, too much going on. I don't know if it'll all work out and I'll be a "star" or, it'll come crashing down on my shoulders. Shoot, I've got a whole bunch to say, but my mother suddenly caught on that the loud typing coming from the studio computer was me violently hitting on the keys.
I find it funny how I'm jumping pointlessly from one topic to the next. This way, nobody understands anything and this journal entry has lost it's meaning. Oh well, people will live. I suppose I will too.
As my paragraphs get shorter and shorter, I might as well add this in; It's quite hysterical how people say you've inspired them to do something, and you find "Awe, how cute." but when checking out whatever they have been inspired to do? You just want to say, oh you little ...copycat.
Well, it's getting later and later. Well no, it's only been a couple minutes. But, you know what- no, I'm not going to do this. If I start this specific topic, I'll have my eyes glued to this screen for hours. I guess I'll leave it at that. Confused? Eh, makes the two of us.
How am I feeling? Oh, kind of like this.
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