This is going to be a random blog, just to warn you. I just happen to have a lot of thoughts buzzing around my head.
I think I'm that girl that everyone recognizes, but nobody really knows. There's not really any dirt on me out there, because I mean, what do I do? On weekends, I friggin' study. I'm more conversational than most people I know, and yet I'm keeping to myself, even when I'm talking to you. I'm a squarebear, the last time I stayed out past midnight was with my grandma and her friends.
That just sounds so horrible and boring when I type it. Why am I so happy with it? I know, someobody my age should hate a life that sounds like that. Why don't I?
I don't really want to change. What I want is for people to stop wondering why I care about my grades so much. What I want is for people to stop giving me a hard time for not wanting to go clubbing tonight.
Why not?
Because if I felt like dancing, I could dance at home without worrying about some random, sexually deprived party freak coming up to me and humping me from behind.
Anyways, what else?
Oh! I keep cracking up at the sight of the strange photographer dude that was harassing Barack Obama for a photo. "You're wearing me out, brother." Just the sound of that photographer's voice is annoying enough, I can tell why Senator Obama got frustrated.
And the "Osama/Obama" mix-up by Ashcroft? I was so entertained by the boos he got, haha.
Eh. That's all for now, I think.
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