GRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

I HATE CLOUDS!

WARRIORS OF THE WASTED LAND!!!!!

ROOOO-NNNEEE-EEYYYYY!!!!

I GOT BLEACH ON MY ARGYLES!

I WANT A BIG FAT JUICY HAMBURGER FROM MR. BARTLEY'S!!!

KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHN!!!!!

I HAVE RANDY NEWMAN'S "SHORT PEOPLE" STUCK IN MY HEAD AND IT WOOOOON'T GOOOOOO AWAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYY!!!!!!

AARRRRGGGE!!

(and an extra arge for getting bleach on the argyles! what a crime!)

I HAVE "MACARENA" STUCK IN MY HEAD AND I'M TRYING TO REMEMBER HOW THE DANCE GOES FOR IT AND I CAN'T BELIEVE IT HAS COME TO THIS!!!!!

THE MACARENA? DO YOU NOT KNOW THAT IT IS FORBIDDEN?


NO, WAIT, THAT'S THE LAMBADA. I GUESS THE MACARENA IS OKAY.

I REALLY HAVE NOTHING TO SHOUT ABOUT

I HATE HAVING THE FLU !!

I AM GRUMPY! AND I WANT TO GET INTO A FIGHT WITH SOMEONE TO MAKE MYSELF FEEL BETTER! BUT EVERYONE IS BEING SUPER NICE TO ME! EXCEPT THE STUPID CASHIERS AT COSTCO, BUT THEY'RE TOO STUPID FOR ME TO GET MAD AT! GARRRRR!

ALSO, EVERYONE STOOD ME UP TODAY, SO I FEEL ALL DRIFTY AND UNPRODUCTIVE!

AND NOW *I* WANT A BIG FAT JUICY HAMBURGER FROM MR. BARTLEY'S, BUT I AM MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MILES AWAY!

I WISH I WASN'T SO WISHY WASHY AND COULD ACTUALLY ASK FOR THE THINGS I WANT LIKE A REAL GROWNUP. I WISH I HAD MORE MONEY SO I COULD BUY PRETTY DANCE COSTUMES AND MAYBE EVEN MAKE VIDEOS OF ME DANCING POORLY IN MY LIVING ROOM.

I FEEL LIKE I MAY BE IRRITATING MY DANCE TEACHER BY ASKING QUESTIONS AND GETTING HELP WITH THE AS CHOREOGRAPHY BUT I DON'T KNOW AND IT'S REALLY THE ONLY IN-PERSON SOCIAL INTERACTION I GET ALL WEEK.

I HATE HOW MY FACE ALWAYS GETS REALLY RED WHENEVER I TALK TO ANYONE OR DO ANYTHING OR THINK TO HARD.

NONE OF MY BOOKS AT THE PUBLIC LIBRARY ARE READY FOR ME TO PICK UP AND SINCE IT'S THE WEEKEND--THAT MAKES ME VERY SAD. OF COURSE, THIS MEANS I SHOULD ACTUALLY GET MOVING ON MY SCHOOLWORK THAT I'VE BEEN NOT REALLY PROCRASTINATING ON, BUT STILL, I DON'T WANT TO FALL BEHIND, EVEN THOUGH NEXT WEEK IS SPRING BREAK BUT WE'VE STILL GOT ASSIGNMENTS COMING UP AND I'M FREAKING OUT ABOUT THE FUTURE.

I'M THINKING OF BEING BRAVE AND POSTING A VIDEO TO MOFB OF ME DANCING HORRIBLY BUT I'M AFRAID.

MY MANAGER IS BEING AN ASSHAT, BITCHING THAT HE SEES ME SURF THE WEB TOO OFTEN WHEN I'M USUALLY DOING THREE DIFFERENT TESTS AT ONCE. I REALLY NEED TO GET OUT OF THERE.

ONE OF THE PEOPLE IN MY PEER REVIEW GROUP FOR CREATIVE WRITING IS A HORRID WRITER. IT TAKES ME THREE TIMES AS LONG TO REVIEW ANYTHING OF HERS SINCE I HATE WALKING IN ALL 'THIS WORD DOESN'T MEAN WHAT YOU THINK,' 'THIS ENTIRE PAGE MADE NO SENSE,' 'YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND ENGLISH GRAMMAR AND DICTION,' 'WHY DON'T YOU LIKE THE SPELLCHECKER?'

WHAT A TERRIBLE NIGHT THIS NIGHT WAS

TERRIBLE TERRIBLE TERRIBLE. I WAITED FOREVER AND IT FINALLY CAME AND IT WENT LIKE I EXPECTED AND IT WAS STILL TERRIBLE

OH I AM SIMPLY SICK

BUT AT LEAST MY FRIEND BIG MIKE DID AN INCREDIBLE JOB ON AMERICAN IDOL. THAT MAKES ME HAPPY!

FRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGG!!!

I RETRACT MY BITCHING ABOUT THE LIBRARY AS THEY SENT ME NOTICES FOR 3 OF MY 5 REQUESTED BOOKS OVERNIGHT.

I WANT A BIG FAT JUICY HAMBURGER FROM MR. BARTLEY'S!!!

I WANT TO WORK IN CAMBRIDGE AGAIN SO THAT I COULD GET A BIG FAT JUICY HAMBURGER FROM MR. BARTLEY'S IF I FELT LIKE IT!!!!!!

BEING NORMAL WOULD BE NICE!