So I was thinking about the assignment for English class where one of the options is to sit down and write whatever comes to mind. Do you realize that whatever comes to mind you are most likely censoring because you know that you are going to be writing it down? Also, you'd probably have to be typing it for it to even be nearly fast enough. Still though, I suppose I'll try it just for now. I will censor just a tad though.
Right now I'm thinking stress. Argh. I'm so sick of it, I wish it'd just go away, not stress, but my stress, I wish, seriously, but I don't, because I need and I want it and I'm so confused and I wish
it'd just go away, and I wonder if any of you have any clue what I'm talking about, but I suppose that some of you probably could if you thought about it more. I don't know. I wonder if it'd figure it out. I wonder if that could even happen. Heh, House makes me smile. He's competitive by nature. Yeah. Heh. I love it, Travis is right. I mean seriously, or maybe he's not quite right. Maybe people don't regret it but they just miss it and hate it and don't want it but do want it to the point that it just sort of tears you up inside until it makes you want to go AHH! AHH! AHH! AHH! Except that I'm not sure how much I miss it. I'm not sure anymore. I'm just pissed at hte moment, I'm just angry at everything and I wish that everything would stop it. I like this song, wait a second, no I don't. What am I talking about? I don't like this song normally, I just like it now because of what I'm writing at the moment. Carl is here. Hmm. Carl is here and Andrea is hear except she's on my feet and I'm on the couch and he's on the chair and I wonder why. I wonder sometimes about things and I wonder what the fuck what are those lights in the commercial. Why is her washer on the top floor? I thought washers were always on the lower floor, and how on EARTH did she pick it up to throw it out a window. God this other...what the fuck? I missed that last time I watched this commercial. Huh. Well that was a giant distraction. Heh, well. Yeah. Eurm. My heels are falling asleep. My mom says that that lip stick really doesn't come off so she went around proving it once. This movie looks stupid also. I have a lot of things going on in my head right now and a lot of them I think I shouldn't put down and my parents are gone this weekend isn't that exciting? Except not really. I think I kind of just want to spend a lot of the weekend to myself but I luff Andrea who is staring at me right now and I am staring at her and I am typing at the same time about her which is odd if you think about it. STOP GLARING AT ME ANDREA! STOP IT! bAD ANDREA. I am not teh sillehs. You are teh sillehs. Now you are looking at the screen and everyone is going to know about it. Stop your laughing whore! She says she will laugh at my horn....? I think she said, oh whore. That makes a lot more sense I suppose. She smells like corn chips. Apparantly it isn't her who smells like corn chips. Maybe it's Carl. Does Carl smell like corn chips. Eurgh. I don't even want to know what the corn chip smells like. heh. Wow. Gay insinuations. Isn't that an interesting thing. Apparantly gay people are slow at the gay jokes that they make. That's kind of interesting. Hmm. Whoa. I can't even imagine not being able to have any ideas, that would be really weird. Just having to make up what happened with implanted memories by what happened and you getting all of your ideas off of that. How does that even work, you just see something and go, "Oh, that is totally what happened." That's weird. I can't imagine seeing something and just saying that that is what happened and not being able to comprehend it. I mean, I suppose this probably makes no sense to any of you and I bet that most of you aren't even reading this by now and I wonder if you are what you are thinking about me but then again should I even care? I mean I'm thinking a lot of you are going to assume things about what I say that are going to be wrong and I'll be interesting to see your comments I suppose but at the same time maybe not because it'll be awkward when people get ideas about me from the comments that you make if any are even made at all. What was lying on the grass? I'm confused. Oh, it's a tazer. Well, that isn't what was lying on the grass but still. Uh-oh, he did something bad, and he isn't even telling him. That probably isn't a good idea. I wish he'd stop that. Hmm. Well. Bleh. I am just going to go I suppose because I don't feel much more like sharing anything that goes on in my head because my head is a crazy thing and I can't quite explain it to anyone without letting some things slip that I don't want slipping.
