pop punk.

This album that I'm listening to epitomizes my innards right now. Seriously, Midtown has captured my soul once again. The year of 2002 is reoccurring in my mind; I felt so much that year. I remember thinking that things were ever going to be worse. Things got worse.

But I don't think that if I had to have experienced them at the moment, I would have been able to survive. While I was at ATU that summer, I layed on a couch in the music departments lobby, feeling angry at the world because injustice was being served to me on a dish of silver plated pewter. My legs dangled over the side of the tweed, khaki couch and my red converse turned the heads of a few people. I was so naive, but those feelings were so pure. Big intellectual statement of the night: As a nation, we pretend as though kids don't have legitimate reasoning or feelings. I think that is in fact completely twisted around. Young people, from my limited experience, have a great ability to sense and truthfully feel things, mostly because they haven't yet been jaded or had their brains messed around with. My kids will so be in Montessori schools.

My GED scores came in and I did decently well. I scored in 99 percentiles mostly. Science was in the high 80's. What's with that? So I officially have my "Arkansas High School Diploma". It made me laugh but then I was proud...of course I had just woken up from a two hour nap so I probably didn't get the full effect of satisfaction from it as due to me being a bit drowsy.

It's been less than a week and my guts have turned inside out. I've also accomplished to finish the entire first season of House on tv-links.

I want cherries in my cherry-limades, damnit!