ah, animaniacs, i miss you so.
It's time for another Good Idea, Bad Idea.
Good idea: Going out for a walk to un-stress yourself.
Bad idea: Going out for a walk in Florida, wearing fleece sweatpants, in the middle of the day when the sun is beating down on your poor little misguided head, while you walk a half a freaking mile to get to the playground to go on the swings and un-stress yourself, only to find out that children are there being children-y (ie: annoying and a waste of space), and then walking all the way back, having to force yourself to stay conscious because it is HOT and lots of walking = stomach cramp.
Someone please shoot me. This has been one of the worst days ever (or maybe just this month).
Why is it, that, when I say that I am not going to say anything stupid or do anything stupid, I end up doing something stupid. The purpose, it is gone. Why. Where did it go. You don't know because it is gone. And you can't ever find it. Because it's lost. It's gone. Forever. Forever and ever.
The problem is that I take things way to seriously sometimes, or possibly not serious enough. I don't really know, it's kind of like the same thing, in certain ways. I think the main this is just that I am entirely too stupid for my own good.
The upper part of this entry was written about 3-4 hours ago, when I was in a really bad mood. Kara and I ended up having a really long talk about ghosts and scary things, that somehow ended up transforming into a talk about boys. She asked me why I love Kaylen or something to that effect. Opened the floodgates, she did. I think I went on for like, an hour. Please shoot me, I am dumb.
She also was playing with my hair and brushing it. It feels so good. ahh. Needless to say, I am good now. yay 4 frendz
Good idea: Going out for a walk to un-stress yourself.
Bad idea: Going out for a walk in Florida, wearing fleece sweatpants, in the middle of the day when the sun is beating down on your poor little misguided head, while you walk a half a freaking mile to get to the playground to go on the swings and un-stress yourself, only to find out that children are there being children-y (ie: annoying and a waste of space), and then walking all the way back, having to force yourself to stay conscious because it is HOT and lots of walking = stomach cramp.
Someone please shoot me. This has been one of the worst days ever (or maybe just this month).
Why is it, that, when I say that I am not going to say anything stupid or do anything stupid, I end up doing something stupid. The purpose, it is gone. Why. Where did it go. You don't know because it is gone. And you can't ever find it. Because it's lost. It's gone. Forever. Forever and ever.
The problem is that I take things way to seriously sometimes, or possibly not serious enough. I don't really know, it's kind of like the same thing, in certain ways. I think the main this is just that I am entirely too stupid for my own good.
The upper part of this entry was written about 3-4 hours ago, when I was in a really bad mood. Kara and I ended up having a really long talk about ghosts and scary things, that somehow ended up transforming into a talk about boys. She asked me why I love Kaylen or something to that effect. Opened the floodgates, she did. I think I went on for like, an hour. Please shoot me, I am dumb.
She also was playing with my hair and brushing it. It feels so good. ahh. Needless to say, I am good now. yay 4 frendz