I'm not JUST Losing my mind...

Wallet, where are you? Wallet, if you're listening, I have a request: Please come home.

Please?

I promise that if you do, I'll never under appreciate you or the magical wonders contained inside of you ever again. Really.

Oh, and if you see Phone, tell him to come home too. Oh, and also tell him to stop making suicide attempts by jumping out of my coat pockets whenever he gets the chance. I know that he has some gender confusion issues, because he's pink and all, but that's no reason to take his own life!

I miss you. I need you. Not just because you're a great Wallet, but also because I really need you. Literally. My drivers permit is in there.

*Dramatic Sigh and the wispy hand-to-head-motion. You know the one I'm talking about; the universal "damsel in distress" gesture*

Meanwhile, while I've lost both my Wallet and my Phone (in one day) I am currently sucking on Vitamin C drops. Yeah, yeah. I know you don't need to know what I do in my personal life. (Uh...that was kind of awkward. I apologize. I don't know why I wrote it, but I'm too lazy to go back and delete it, so sorry) Allergies are killing me....KILLING ME. I'm miserable, and my throat is sore, and I sound like a man when I talk. Yes. A man.

AAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


(hehe. That was liberating. You should try it sometime.)

It's been way to long since I've last written, so sorry about that also. I've been busy with finals, and that is my go-to excuse for everything this week, last week, and the week before.
Example 1:

Random Creepy Person: Yo! Wanna go to the movies this weekend?

Me (cringing): finals!!!

Example 2:

Mother: Clean your room; you are not an animal.

Me (ignoring her): Finals!!!!!

Example 3:

Guy at the car wash: Excuse me miss, but would you like the rainbow wax or the regular kind?

Me (brain-fatigued from all of the studying): FINALS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Excuse me while I blow my nose. (Damn you allergies! Curses!!!)

Anyway, that has basically been me for the past three of so weeks. Pretty scary stuff.

Umm...........What else did I want to say? Ohh yeah. I love fudge so much. It's not a snack, it's a life style.

Can
t think.
Tooo Congested.

Unghgngdhn.

*Sniffle, snort, waffle*

Well, I guess I'm off to sleep. Yeah, you heard me.

(I don't know why I felt the need to add that last part, seeing as nobody challenged me on that statement, except myself. I guess I'm just feeling a little self-confrontational today. Which is super weird and a little scary, because just think if everyone was like that: people walking down the street, arguing with themselves; store owners heckling with themselves for lower prices; taxi drivers, yelling at themselves for cutting themselves out of their own lane {if that's possible} I think the world would be a lot better without the people--like me--who are self-confrontational. Just a thought, that should technically be a real paragraph and not just some blip added in parenthesis.)

Wow. Slow down there kiddo. I guess it's the night of the rambling run-on sentence. Sounds like a really bad country western flick. Hhehe.

Now I'm really going to go and sleep. And if you have any objections to that, you can kiss my fobbing ice-hole. Hhehe. Funny, but not really. Sorry. I guess that was kind of rude. Now I bet you'll never come back and read my blog again. Jeez. I'm a loser. Like I need any less people reading my blog. Ta ta, I guess, and thanks for reading!

(P.S. Please come back! I'm sorry. I don't' have Assburgers, but if I did, that would be why I said that thing about the fobbing ice-holes.)

(P.P.S. Whoever came up with the name for Assburgers was playing a very cruel joke on a bunch of mentally ill kids.)

BYE now!