I woke up this morning the happy summer Cathy. It doesn't matter anymore what happens in my dreams or even what’s happening anywhere else (bar Iraq and other war torn areas, as the torture of a human spirit vexes me). This is my brain working again; I think it took a break for a month or so. But back to pleasant repression, I like it damb it, don't tell me that I have to deal with things cuz' I don't wanna.
I'm a child at heart and you can tell by the way I argue; I pout. But hey I think this is the best way to live because everyday is a new adventure (thanks dad for teaching me that). If my plan ultimately fails to end my life before I become depressingly old, I'm looking forward the alsymers; you get to meet new people and tell new stories every single day. Awesome.
My new CD's are getting played relentlessly. I love David Usher. It’s weird because he has depressing lyrics but happy music, which balances out nicely.
Any-who I should be off to school. Yay! People!...and a physics in class assignment...*thud* and a math quiz...O-well
All is well in the land of the Who.
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