I layed in bed for about two and a half seconds, and then decided that writing one more blog was of better use of my time. Because, you know, being alert and awake for chemistry and italian isn't very important.
Now I'm listening to AKON. God, I love that guy. I see you winding and grinding up on that pole, I wanna **** love? you, love youuuu. He's like, the next Usher. And I love Usher. He's the hottest black guy since... snoop dogg. Haha.
Aww, it was so cute. Today I got like ten emails from people in the Department of Peace, welcoming me to their group. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Seriously. I really hope I can be a good leader for district 19. I hope I don't put it off and never do anything with it. Peace is something that is really important to me, so it would be really bad for me mentally, I think, if I were to put it on the back burner.
I'm feeling like a dog in heat, barred in doors from the summer street. I locked the doors to my own cell and I lost the keyyy. Billie Joe is my idol. Did you know that Green Day is promoting protecting the environment now? So sad. I'm all excited about it because I'm an environmental science major. Hehehe.
I think Kerplunk and Dookie are my favorite old albums. And of course, how could I not like American Idiot? It brings back memories of Billie Joe trying to crowd surf at the Warfield over a bunch of weak girls. I TOUCHED HIS SWEATY HAIR and his buttt. Ohhhh. Am I lucky or what?? Sarcasmmm. If only it were Tre's ass that I could have touched. I can't wait until they go on tour again. I'm going to have to go out to Arizona or Julia is going to have to come here so we can go together. Green Day wouldn't be the same without her. I wouldn't have Mike's guitar pick without her. sighhhh.
It's funny how I go through little "phases" with music. Before I got mono in January, I didn't really care about music all that much. I did care, but it wasn't a big deal. After the mono went away, I stopped taking for granted the ability to enjoy music (because when I had mono, I couldn't look at, or listen to anything) and now all I do is hunt for new music to listen to. I talk about it a lot now too and I watch Fuse whenever I have time. I'm lame.
I need a hobby. <-- That's what my dad told me. I do have hobbies though. I think? I like to read, annoy people about peace and the environment, play scrabble, stalk people on myspace (lol), obsess over music, and write. That seems like a lot of hobbies to me. He wants to get me golfing lessons for my birthday. Ewww. I asked him if he was kidding me when he said that. Of course he wasn't. He just wants me to learn how to golf so that instead of taking me to Funworks to golf, we can go to a real golfing range.
COUNTDOWN:
26 days until my birthday.
28 days until FOB concert.
44 days until summer break.
99 days until new Harry Potter movie.
106 days until new Harry Potter book.
This is what I'm looking forward to in the next 106 days. Pretty exciting, eh?
I forgot to mention that I didn't have any weird dreams about food last night. In fact, I can't remember any dreams from last night. I guess that's a good thing because my subconscience is going insane with creativity.
I better go to bed. If I fell asleep right now I would get five hours. You know I won't fall asleep right away. I'm the queen of insomnia. At least no work tomorrow. Afternoon is the best for naps.
Arrivederci.
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