Something I’m really hating right now: the fact that I can’t do everything.

When I said I wanted adventure, I didn’t mean this kind. I really can’t deal with this. I meant the kind where I go off with a sword (or a machine gun – I’m not picky) and defeat bad guys. I don’t want this kind. This kind is so much harder than the other kind. I don’t mind fearing for my life – I might not even fear for it – and I don’t mind getting banged up and bruised up and cut up, and I don’t mind doubting that I’ll see the morning. I do mind this. Life isn’t supposed to do this!

Going crazy… whether that’s good or bad, I don’t know. Could easily be bad. Very easily, in fact. Very easily could it be very bad – and very quickly too.
I’m being ridiculous now. I’ve got homework; why aren’t I doing it? Oh. Oh, that’s right. I hate it. Now everything becomes clear.
GAAHI’MBEINGSUCHANIDIOTWHYCAN’TISHUTUP???

A few words on pickles: Pickle-kick is a cool phrase. Pickle-kick pickle-kick pickle-kick. Kick the pickle. Tickle the pickle. Kickle the pickle. Precious pickle of mine. Happy little pickle-person. Happy little pickle. Happy little ticklish pickle. Ridiculous pickle. Despicable pickle. Despicable ridicable pickable.
Hey… I’m finally in a good mood. Don’t mess with my pickliness.

I have found it!

I miss the way I used to be. I miss the things I used to do.
It’s nice outside. I’m kind of enjoying it. Not very much though, because I’m inside, sick for the third time since school started, and because I’m thinking of upsetting things. I never used to think of things like that. I just ignored them. Was I really that much worse off for not thinking about them? Seems to me I wasn’t. I don’t know. I can’t trust my head right now. Being sick doesn’t do wonders for my brain. Oh well. My brain really must not have been working too well in the first place. Look at the messes I get into.
Please, I need a little magic. I need a little help.
I can’t believe I just said that. Okay. I’m going to unsay it. Ready? Watch.
.pleh elttil a deen I .cigam elttil a deen I ,esaelP
There. It’s been unsaid. But I can’t un-mean it right now.
And yes, Dad, my blinds are still open. Like I said before, it’s nice outside. And I need that kind of magic.

I need to stop being so stubborn. It’s gonna hurt me one of these days. If it hasn’t already. Screw that. It’s too late. I’m always going to be stubborn. And who cares if it hurts?

A little confused right now. I think I’m good at that, at least. Not really in the best of moods, not really in the worst. I don’t think that I like Valentine’s Day though. Although we did have cupcakes in English class. Also: when I left the lobby (I was waiting for my dad to get there) a guy came after me and offered me a cupcake. Just a random guy; don’t even know his name. He had very long hair though. Then he wished me a happy Valentine’s Day and went back inside. It was a very good cupcake. Strawberry, very soft, with plenty of frosting.
Other than that though, I don’t think Valentine’s Day is anything special. Maybe someday I’ll like it better.

So, a quick update.
I have a nice purply bruise on my palm right now – an oh-so subtle reminder that I should not hit trees. Not that I won’t do it. (Actually, I probably won’t.)
I just yawned.
I really like Chinese food. Really, really, really.
I’m listening to 80’s music.
I’m happy, in a way.

Bridget, have you ever realized how ridiculous you are?
Many times, I have thought upon the subject.
Does it not bother you?
Not in the slightest. Nor in the teeniest. Not a bit.
Well, it ought to.
You certainly do enough bothering to make up for it.
Yes, but I mean well.
You do not! You’re just trying to show what you think is your superiority!
I’m hurt that you would think such a thing.
No, you’re not. You’re just trying to give me a guilt trip.
*gasps*
Isn’t it funny when Myself gets offended?