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