Such a paradox, isn't it, isn't it?

I was going to eat some more of those cookies that Hannah had sent to me for my birthday, and I thought something about milk. So i got a glass and then ate the rest of the cookies. But, who the hell thought of the combination of milk and cookies? and why? Hardly any of the milk even stays on the cookie as you eat it. It drips all over the table as you're moving it towards your mouth. That's what she said. Or if you just dip the cookie and then move in to eat it, that's just inefficient. I'll probably still get milk if I have cookies to eat anyway, but really, dipping cookies in milk? Milks a beverage. Not a dip. That's a strange thing to think of sober.

Actually, that should have been the end. I have no reason to even be on the computer at the moment, but I'm too bored to do anything else. I'm barely even remembering the day.

Shit! Stephanie's going to Dylan's house on Saturday, so she might come over. and Lars was just bitching about having a get together thing before break ends, and it ends Monday, right? Yeah we'll go with that... So I'm thinking I should on Saturday. That gives me 4? 5? days to clean stuff up. I'll spend most of that time on the computer, hopefully. I'll ask my mom first. and now I've lost track of my phone... Unless it's on the coffee table... But I don't want to get up and get it... I think I won't invite as many people since I just don't want to deal with it. So if you read this before the next time you talk to me or something, then ask your parents if you can (KILL STEPHANIE) come over from maybe 2 to 8? or something? Maybe you should give me some idea of what the times should be... again...

Also, I'm doing nothing on New Years. Again. How exciting. They should sell sparklers around now so we can blow shit up.
Does anyone want to- never mind. It's on a... uhhh... tomorrow is New Years... Isn't it? I probably wouldn't have a ride anywhere... Fuck.

Well I basically want school to start up again. Except for that science thing with the blending fruit and extracting DNA and making a comic strip about it. That can go ahead and be canceled.
Why is Stephanie talking to me about drinking parties...

Why does it also take so long to get to questions for some people*points at Lars*? Like saying they have a question, then saying something else, then something else, then maybe something else, until I'm ready to punch them in the face so they'll ask the fucking question instead of talking about asking a question. Thank God it only happens sometimes...

Still.

Also another cool site is homestarrunner.

and by tomorrow, I meant today, just... later today...
In case you were confused by my last blog...

Wanna cuddle?

I do.

I don't know if I have anything else to say...
I might be going to a new years thing tomorrow at Lyndi's if Lars can get his mom to pick me up. It'd be cool if Sarah was online to see if she could go if Lars could get his mom to also pick her up. *coughcough* Apparently 'twas not to be...

Please know, I'll never run away without you in my arms

I'd put the whole song in there if I could. Well, I can, I just don't want a title that's a few paragraphs long.
I am so fucking happy right now. I mainly blame it on Sarah because she got on IM for once and I miss her quite. A. Bit. But I think I'm usually insanely happy when she is... I might have to ask Lars about that... He'd probably know.
Though if you looked through the window I'd look bored. Which I am, I'm bored. But I'm fine with that. I am perfectly fine with sitting here singing Hollywood Undead's most depressing songs, though they might not be the most depressing in the world, typing stuff in here... Just... hanging out...
There aren't a lot of things I say I love, I think. At least not a lot that I really mean it... http://postsecret.blogspot.com/ That is something I love. Every Sunday, I read people's secrets, or Saturday night. Though he hasn't updated it tonight.
I remember Lars saying he didn't like it when people overused a word like love. or something. I'll assume that it was because it diminished the meaning of the word, the power. If you love everything, what does that love really mean? Do you really mean you have a limitless amount of love that just goes around? You knew what I meant earlier, though... Anyway... if I love something, I really love it. Also kind of why I probably won't tell you I love you you're just a friend. With people, I'm going to mean it romantically.

Now I have to go through this and colour it all.

pound my knuckles hard against the floor, my head against the wall

During sixth period, I get sort of hyper or something. Or really bored. I don't know what happens. But there's a girl in there, Windy Witter. Throughout the whole year, or most of it so far, I have been a jerk to her. I have told her she smelled like mothballs, I've called her crazy, interrupted her talking quite a bit and at some point told her about my party and didn't invite her or something. But now feel pretty bad about it. So, Windy, I dedicate this to you, in apology. I really should be nicer to you, but honestly, I probably won't. It's too much fun. But know that I don't mean it. Really, like, none of it is meant seriously. Even if you'll probably never read this.

dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine

So, as a few of you know, my birthday is coming up. December 22nd. I'm pretty excited I guess. Every year my mom bugs me because I need to do somethinger other for it. So, of course, I have no idea what to do. She mentioned that she has strobe lights. Which makes me just want to hang out here and... listen to music... and flashing light. Or we could go to the Station for a while. But that's not all that special since we do that every once in a while anyway. So, I'm basically asking for ideas.
and you really don't need to get me a present, in fact, I support not doing so. As I will not tell you what I want, because there really isn't anything that I do want. and chances are, unless I was drugged, I did not get you a gift on your birthday, so you shouldn't get me one. Your presence and friendship are the only gifts I need. So you could just show up if I plan something, and that's enough. Really.
But then if I just have a bunch of friends over here, it's at my house, so I don't know what to do. I find the place pretty... boring. Oh my god! A slumber party! *is amazing* We could wear our favorite pajamas and gossip. and have a pillow fight. The last two sentences weren't serious. seriously. and I'd have to clean like mad... But yeah, ideas. Please.

Oh and Lars, I make my entries colorful because I like it. If the whole blog was just white font, wouldn't that be boring? It would. That's why I don't do that. and I'll sometimes color code complete thoughts or subjects. or just paragraphs.


and also: http://www.lyricsdownload.com/darude-sandstorm-lyrics.html those are the greatest lyrics ever.