I have a stuffy nose. It makes me sad. :(

Seriously though. My nose feels like a hunk of immovable, unuseable clay has been thrust up it and refuses to move. Yet I keep trying to breathe and then all the grossness gets sucked back into my throat. Ew. I've been having the most horrible nights trying to breathe as I sleep. Eventually I'll wake up and cough up all the nose-shit I unintentionally swallowed during the night and spit it out, but seriously. Ew.

Also, I think the cold is getting to me. As in, getting to my brain. I had the weirdest dream last night. It was just too weird. This kid in my guitar class took me cliff diving (WTF?) and then he was like "I WANT TO KISSSS YOUUUU!" Except he was all romantic about it. Creeper. O__o I woke up like "what in the hell was that?!"

The "C" key on my keyboard seems to be wearing down. Half the time I push it I have to push it again because it doesn't work. C. Ccccccccccc. Okay, so it's working now that I've told you about it obviously, but it wasn't working earlier and I really wanted to write. ASKJdhaklsjdhASL.

Speaking of writing~ I've been trolling the Twilight section on FFn lately. 'Tis amusing. :3 AND I JUST POSTED TWO NEWWWW CHAPPIES OF LITTLE CANDLES :D -happy happy joy joy-.

And my boyfriend got me into watching The Office, so I've been doing that lately. Jamjamjamjamjam. :)

Anywhoooo~ Off to clean the house. 'Bout to have a par-tayy. Peace.

-Raz out.

MY LIFE!

Okay, well not really my life. But wanna know the top few things I hate?

6. I hate when people ask the question "How far have you gone?" It's a lose-lose thing. If you've gone too far, you're a slut, if you haven't gone far enough, you're a goody-two-shoes.

5. And then, after being asked that question and refusing to answer, people automatically assume you've done everything already just because you laugh embarrassedly at the ridiculouslness. And you feel like a whore for NO REASON AT ALL.

4. I hate when girls think they're cool. And it's quite obvious that they're just begging for attention.

3. When the one person you want to read your FaceBook status doesn't make the slightest inclination that he's even looked at it. :(

2. When you ask your boyfriend to hang out and he says, "Sorry, not today, I have homework to do."

1. And finally... I hate when people say "I don't want your apology." WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS EVEN MEAN? If you don't want my apology, then please tell me, O Great Lord By Whom I Must Abide, what in the world DO you want from me?

In other news, I painted my nails. White. To match my already blinding skin tone.

Trah la laaaa... And I'm planning to get a deviantart soon... even though I have no photo-editing experience what-so-ever and my pictures will be colored like a four-year-old did it on paint... hmmm....

-Raz out.

JOHN MAYER'S NEW ALBUM <3 ANYONE ELSE WANT IT?

Just heard about it being finished on his Twitter, because I Twitter-stalk him (: Oh sweet Jesus. I'm going to marry him ha ha. (Not really. Whatever. But I could really go for some new music from him. Because John, I do love you. And I want to bear your babies.)

Good lord, I freak myself out sometimes.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANYYWAYYSSS~

So does anyone else think Taylor Swift's new song "SuperStar" could possibly be linked to her romance with Joe Jonas? I mean, she writes all her songs about real experiences, right? Well who else has "played in bars and plays guitar" and "smiles that beautiful smile and all the girls in the front row scream [his] name" that she's dated? Honestly. Unless the whole super-star concept is some giant metaphor for an amazingly popular guy in highschool who's just like BOW TO ME CAUSE I PLAY GUITAR. Which I personally find highly unlikely. So maybe she was a little upset after he broke up with her in 27 seconds over the phone (jerkwad! You killed my love for the JoBros by being that way :[ ) but that doesn't mean she doesn't reach back to the moments she was happy with him and take those feelings and put them into a song right? Take all the other songs she has about falling in love, for example - "You Belong With Me," "Our Song," "Hey Stephen," "Love Story," "Jump Then Fall," "Stay Beautiful," need I go on? All those boys are obviously no longer with her so she must have rewinded her emotions to the point where they were in love and happy and all that jazz.

So yeah. just my little chain of thoughts for to day.

Have yerself a good one, and tell me when you get John's new album (:

I've become quite addicted to it. Zutara, that is.

I want to write a full on chapter story about it. I'm kinda concerned that I won't have enough ideas to finish it through though cause I've got a busy life. Kinda. Anyways. I've got some legit ideas and ways to make it work like OH DANG but eh. Idk. I'll have to completely finish it before anything happens on FF.net.

SOOOOOOOOOO It's like late right now. AND HOLY GUAC. I have a crapload of English homework. Oh my lordy. My teacher is a freaking butterfly-obsessed monotone-voiced slave-driving evil old lady. Two paragraphs, complete with citations and quotes and beastly diction in one night? Good God. I might as well have skipped practice today so I could just finish it. ASJkhdfkljashdfkj;ladsh.

Come to think; I kinda wish I did skip practice. It was terrible. Coach made us run like a whole bunch because I guess everyone was pissy or something. I don't remember. I was fine. I had a smile on my face the whole time. Because even though I'm having a really bad week (drama mama in my fourth period, ew) they told us at the beginning of season to leave your shit off the field, and when you come to practice you're ready to play and not ready to lash out at anyone who looks your way. So I leave that stuff behind; I scrape it off and tuck it neatly away, back into my bag or pocket or somewhere hidden where it won't crawl out and take me over again. Because I hate being Coach's reason to make us run.

But anyway, back to what happened at practice.

We were practicing our short corners (for those of you who play field hockey you'll know what I'm talking about) and I get hit in the foot. Really. Freaking. Hard. Limping off the field, exausted and in pain, I jokingly exaggerated my injury. Alyssa looks at me and says, "If it's that bad just sit down." I told her, "Nah, I'm fine, besides, we're not allowed to sit during practice anyway." She totally snaps at me and tells me to just sit down! Kinda like RAWR. I, to say the least, was very internally hurt. And confused. Alyssa's never mean. I don't know what I did but I was freaking confused.

So then Coach makes us run our feet off because we were all snapping at each other and jumping down each other's throats. The only example I saw of this was Alyssa, and I felt unjustly accused. I'd been pretty enthusiastic during practice, if I do say so myself. Not to like, push the blame off of me or anything. But would it be bad if I didn't notice all the negativity that was apparently going on all around me?

Anywho, I've got homework from my psyco teacher (dude, there's 83+ butterfly items in her room. Not including the various posters and the calander. Stickers, stamps, magnets, you name it. I'm not even kidding. She's freaking crazy). So I'm going to bed now xD G'night, world. ily.

Raz out.

(Wow, we really got off the subject, didn't we?)
 

I've just gotten a newwwwwwwwwwwww LJ ! Huzzah!

Actually, this thing's pretty old. I don't remember when I created it but - HOLY SHIT. IT'S NEARLY TEN OH CLOCK. WTF.

I still have so much homework to do, oh my god. Ajdsklasdjfhsdkjlfhsadkjfhaslkdjfhs.

Raz out.