Early Morning Thoughts...August 30th.

So I had a dream where I desperately needed to get ahold of my Hannah Montana wig (which I actually own in real life), so much that I passed up a car ride and instead trekked a mile from my high school to my friend Sam's house (who is actually holding onto my HM wig in real life), and I knew she wasn't home. But that didn't matter. I had every intention of busting into her house...so just as I was about to call her and ask if there was a key hidden under the rug,  but the moment I found myself crouching down on her porch, the door opened. It turned out a kind, older black woman (the choir teacher at my school) was housesitting for her, and I awkwardly said I would come back to "see Sam" later, and then I left and started walking home. And then...I woke up.

--So I'm moving to a new house soon, and my parents are talking about how we're going to stop buying a lot of food because they don't want to move it to the new house. There's never anything to eat AS IT IS. I was eating bread in the kitchen the other day, in a mesh of angry and dejected emotions, before my grandparents showed up and were like "HAI YOU WANT SOME ICE CREAM" and I was like "HECK YES I WANT SOME ICE CREAM, AND A BACON CHEESEBURGER TOO". So I ate.

--My mother repeats the same things that she thinks are funny OVER and OVER again. One, they weren't funny to begin with, two, she's like a twelve year old who just discovered memes.

--I HATE STABBING NECK PAIN.

--I want...to update my wallpaper. On my sexpot Macbook.

--I wish the scanner worked.

--Insert bass line.

Mmm, eggs.

I was reading an ad for eggs in a magazine.

They were advertised as "organic".

I read the ad as it saying they were "orgasmic".

...

Those are some good eggs.

Overused internet memes will always be my titles. Ew, this sounds like a Fall Out Boy song.

Insert insecure censorship.

But really, people have said that I should get a blog...so I figured I would. Hell yes. :l

There's no real point in even doing this...I mean there are like >9000 of these things on the internet....so I doubt someone's gonna read mine. But maybe. I don't know. Possibly.

Bahhhhh.

I figure having an outlet for all of my strange thoughts is a good idea.

--I can only remember the meaning of the word "erotema" based on the off-topic discussion in my English AP class that ended with the phrase "erotic enema" being formed. An erotema is a rhetorical question. So is asking if you want an erotic enema. Because of course the answer is a resounding yes.

--The Scarlet Letter isn't so bad, speakng of AP. I guess I sort of like sin and adultery.

--I spent an hour today reading about heavily abused feral children.

--Either I have no friends, or else they're all off cooking ramen.

--I'm also reading D.Gray Man.

--I listened to a lot of AFI today.

--Am I supposed to give background information on this? Because I've got like ten different personalities I can fall into. Huuuuuh.

--Kayla is one crunk beyotch.

--My alcoholic uncle and his Christian girlfriend are coming up today, potentially to milk money from my small-town grandfather and mentally incompetent grandmother.

--My shoulder hurts

--My science teacher is a fag hag, but really...sending a gay guy to go put his makeup on in the MEN'S restroom at a high school is a BAD idea. I see fists and knives, and I don't even live in DC anymore.

--Did you know there are Twilight themed dildos?