Could it be another change?

Ah, when it seems like you'd just like to yell and yell, what better place to go than the deep abyss of the internet?

Not that I have too terribly much to yell about, it's been an pretty good couple of weeks... couple of months....

Yes, it's mostly been the sort of happy where you can dance like a crazy person to Come On Eileen in an insanely twirly vintage dress and turn around to find three peers watching you through the office window, waiting to take a superlative picture. Not only that kind of happy, but also the happy where it doesn't really matter that they saw you and asked "......are you alone in here.....?" like there's something wrong with that. The kind that only grows when Boy comes in and dances with you even though he doesn't know the song and mostly he's just letting you twirl because that's what dresses are for.

It's weird to think that this time last year one person could make me want to sob and angrily dance to Kelly Clarkson and kill myself and kill him all at once.
Or that two years ago, when being with him would make me physically sick even though I didn't understand or know how to think about leaving.
Or that even now I still want to vomit just thinking about him.

It is weird, yes.

Shudder, but why am I blogging? It's late... and oh, I'm supposed to be yelling! Well, I think boys and republicans are stupid, that's why I'm yelling. By boys, I don't mean Boy who writes out Burns' "My Luve is like a Red, Red, Rose" for me and is absolutely amazed when I say I already know it. No, I mean boys who try to justify why certain situations aren't rape in the lunch room. Oh, how I long to verbally kill him. Seriously, my freshman boys are more mature than he is, they know rape jokes are never funny. I also hate boys that make misogynistic movies that I have to sit through during Film and can only clutch Daw's hand so I don't get up and leave and vomit. I also hate politicians (not even just boys) who talk about my rights and use them as political tools.

But yes, everything else is good, especially pecan pie. And the show. Do you know that feeling where you're so immensely proud of everything that you have to sit backstage and sob the entire show? Not even because it's my last, it just hurts to be so in love with like 20 million different people, the audience and the cast, all at once.

What else is my life? askldjfsdkljf okay it's over I'm done.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S0NJuwx5gVQ

there are stars on my ceiling but i want ours

sometimes pants blogger is new worried about the mysterious volume of apparent views from russia and random middle eastern countries not that I don't love 713 (?) views from the motherland just blogger, are you drunk? Reader: Dear Mr. Snicket, What is the best way to keep a secret? Lemony Snicket: Tell it to everyone you know, but pretend you are kidding. today was one of those good days that I want to remember and don't want to muck up with thoughts of the impending failure of my psych ap thus blogs oh the blogs that exist when I type on them and russian housemothers that do the reading of them oh the grammars I employ NONE OF THE PUNCTUATION except now it looks like i'm writing emotionally charged free verse but really I'm just scared of filling up all the white space over there now it's over here ew scary no! though quinlisk told me to stop writing poetry because I suck probably true but I wasn't actually writing about bees I promise I DIDN'T FUCKING MENTION BEES boy is afraid of bees and butterflies cute boy ugh no more returns its over. why am I writing? not because i'm sad at quinlisk, no! because, as mentioned, today. one of those days where you can listen to california gurls not once, nay, but TWICE! in addition to tswift (bridging on unironically! just kidding) and hall and oates and scatman john [but like not because you're upset and dancing to popular music is the only alternative to screaming,] rather this is the genuine need to dance like a crazy person because of adorable rompers and eighty degree weather and day fives and tall boys who write out "less than three." I ATE MEXICAN FOOD TONIGHT sometimes do you ever just want kfc like i'm a veggiemonster but they have chocolate cake and it just seems like cake chicken howdo??! chicken i have to pee topeka !!!!!!!!!!!

I really like french fries.

it's 12:14
thus
a blog post
despite the distinct lack of reasons
WHO NEEDS REASONS
just kidding
i don't have anything to write about
WHO NEEDS SOMETHING TO WRITE ABOUT
not me, no sir.
mostly just stress
stress upon stress resulting in a half a mental health day today
that's right
all of the stress
thus
can't even properly skip school
also
no use of pronouns
don't need pronouns.
WHO NEEDS PRONOUNS
yep.
it's been a long time since blogging.
other than that
things
tall boys are nice
other boys aren't
sometimes wegmans blueberry muffins are the best muffins ever
and they're only 4 for 4 dollars
so if I were you, I'd tap that
I hear yelling outside and it's really late is that a bad sign?????
I am awake outside and it's really late is *that* a bad sign?????
I came downstairs to the computer like two hours ago because my lung hurt and I thought that I should keep myself awake in case I died but my lungs stopped hurting and I'm still here and I'm working in less than holy poopies, in less than nine hours
so I shall sleep
http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/1695860/Cycadeoidea
boy :)