Bwahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!

That is all.

Peace, my friends.

The new house is cool so far. It's cool 'cause Milli and my room is considerably larger than the old one, and it's a nice, new, cute little thing. The kitchen, the livingroom, and the porch put together are not as big as the old livingroom, though. And it's in a little neighborhood of many small houses way close to each other. On nice days, out come packs of old people, kids on bikes, dogs, cats, and people pushing baby strollers. Fun stuff. The roads have funky names like Bluestone, Chevy Chase Drive, and Belmar. No stop signs anywhere, and too many people who live here belong to the evil cult of people who don't use turn signals. Besides the evil ones, though, there are some peoples here who are surprisingly nice. The lady across the street gave us a freshly baked loaf of banana bread as a welcoming gift, and the lady next to us talked to Papa and me for an eternity, about life here and her cats and the people who used to live in our new house ("They would get out on their motorcycles and ride this road back and forth and back and forth, not any of the other roads, JUST THIS ONE, again and again and again..."). I have to leave 5 minutes early to get anywhere now (school, work, wherever), which is much harder than it sounds.. for me, at least.

Went over to Jeremy's house last night and watched Casino Royale. Fell asleep and woke up at three in the morning (when I said I'd be home around one), which freaked Mom out. Yes, it was my fault and, yes, it was stupid. I wish she wouldn't worry so much though.

I want summer. I want it now. I want to go on a road trip. Camping. Swimming. Hiking. I can't wait till I don't have to go to work on my days off from school, and vice versa. It'll be sweet.

So, yeah.

I've just recently recieved a significantly ground-rumbling revelation: I must be about the luckiest, most fortunate girl on the face of the planet since the dawn of creation. Everything I see and feel and experience is either heavenly and breathtaking or perfectly imperfect. Happy and pretty and irreplacable... it seems so ridiculous and STUPID to admit it, but I'm so happy just to be alive.

Yesterday, I went jogging/walking/crawling on my hands and knees while muscles I did not know I had throbbed in pain. But then the sun came out and the sky was so blue and the air was freezing but god it was so beautiful.. like something out of a movie: birds singing, sun shining through trees and on the snow.. and I was dying (I despise running.. not the athletic type, no..) but it felt good and all was groovy. It was weird.

It sounds shallow and forced and like I'm one more than just caffein, does it not?

But I mean it.

I know there's a lot of messed up and crazy and painful stuff in the world... it doesn't seem fair for everything to be so wonderful for me.. Surely, the gods must have messed up and made an error in my favor... I don't know..

Life is so sweet.

Wow. The more I look into this livejournal thing, the more convinced I become that, wow, this is acually an online journal and NOTHING ELSE. I feel a little jipped. Ah well. I mean, even the name, livejournal, seems somewhat exciting and upbeat, like it says it's a journal but is acutually a forum for gangsters and drugdealers and starving artists.. I don't know. Hm. Ok. Change the subject already.

Got absolutely nothing acomplished over the weekend. Heh. I worked a ton, but nothing productive/constructive/towards a greater good, like, say, homework... heh. Ah well. Wow. It's almost 2 in the morning. Dang. I should be sleeping. (Gotta get up early and do my last minute slacker version of the assignments assigned three days ago, ya know... hehe I have no idea how I pass any of my classes with even a lousy grade..)

I watched "Pan's Labyrinth" instead of doing my homework tonight. (It's a Spanish movie, the real title is something I'll never in a million years be able to spell..) I cried. It was good. I'm going to bed now. Good night.

I'm so confused.

I finally made myself a livejournal account, because a significant number of my friends seem to have one and I'm being a blind sheep and going with the crowd (I want to be cool too, dang it!). What is this?? Is this really an online journal? Why would anyone WANT and online journal? I don't know what I'm doing.. Why am I even writing this..? bah.