if your happy and you know it, turn the volume up and blow it out...

Life goes on, as usual, with one exception. My arm hurts. Not exactly what you were waiting for, eh? but it does, i think i pulled a muscle. I had music blasting in my ears, but it just went off, and now I can hear the dulcet tones of "Wimbleton" straining through the doors from the living room.
Today in Mrs. Hornes class I was looking on her book shelf and I found a biography of....this is so weird, and I so love it.... Enrique Iglesias! I read parts of it, and was CRACKING UP. It was so badly written, with wayyyyyyyyy to many adjectives, and if you just read it you got the impression it was supposed to be part of an awful FanFic or something. It was cool, and then I walked with katie M to subway and I ate entirely too much, and then unfortunatly katie and I somehow steered onto the topic I hate most: life. She wants to be impulsive, and for some reason wants to get drunk. For some reason I tried to help her figure out a way to get some alchohol, and I so completely regret it now, because, as the song I'm listening to right now puts it, "teen drinking is VERY bad" (tipsey??? this mix is very broad, and tipsy is one of katie and me's guiltiest pleasure.) but anyways, after Katie left, i started thinking about Life, and then I got all "ahhh! I'm going to go sit in the corner and color my thumb with a green pen and pretend I dont want someone to ask me whats wrong, but I really do" and then when katie A came over and asked me what was wrong, i smiled and said "nothing" my mind works in the wierdest ways, it baffles me. I'm pretty satisfied with Life right now, but god, it can get so off kilter in so short a time, and then just bounce right back, sort of a "FUCK YOU", and then when your friends see you theyre like "well, yesterday she was "depressed" and today she's "happy" so she's a poser. No one understands people who arent like them, but does anyone really want to? What I mean is, well, things we dont get scare us, and what do we do when we're scared? well, I cant even answer that. we may bot be scared of the actual person or thing, but we're scared of what they can do to us. No one likes being bad mouthed, but why do we do it? oh well, I have no answers, just questions, but who doesnt? I think, and forgive me if I'm completely hypocritical right now, I 'm sorry, but i think people who try to answer our questions for us are complete asses. This is my problem, I can deal with it without your help, thankyouverymuch. Well anyways. annnnyyyywaaayysss...... Mr. Chitsonga is a stupid poopyhead. and speaking of funny words that start with P.... i need to figure out what a grand poohbah is, because its so frikkin cool! actually, I'll do that right now. ok.... poohbah...poohbah... A pompous ostentatious official, especially one who, holding many offices, fulfills none of them. HOLY SHIT!!!!! GEORGE BUSH!!!!!