*sigh* (Wow, I literally did that time, haha)

I don't mean for it to be. Actually Cameron, you should cite one of my earliest entries in which I touched on this topic.... Talking about angsty writing.

Oh well. I thought about deleting them. Or counting to compare how many angry versus happy ones there are, just like the people who have done studies on news story mood/topic. Oh well.

I'm really not angry most of the time. WEll, it can probably be attributed more to AP classes than anything. Though I usually claim that I'm not stressed at all. Hmmm. I'm starting to think I probably am in my own little way. Meh. (Actually, the introduction of "meh" as a regular unit of my vocabulary could probably be a stress indicator. Because I mean, come one, who besides stressed out geeks say "meh?")

I should talk about something interesting for once.

I listen to the ticking sound of clocks a lot. And I hear little rhythms and pitch differences and stuff. And I can't figure out whether I'm imagining them or not. It drives me crazy. I want to get some kind of clock expert or sound measuring equipment to talk to me about this problem.

I really like playing that game where you tell a story and the next person has to tell another story that, in some far-fetched way, has to do with the first. LIke, after that clock story I'd be like....

Speaking of clocks, I have this Betty Boop clock and her legs swing and make a clicking noise adding a whole nother layer to the clicking. (THat's awesome: a whole nother. TEet!) It drove me insane at first. It still does sometimes. Sometimes I think of just snapping her legs right off or jamming them into each other so they can't move.

Then I'd be like....

Speaking of damaging legs, one time Jason drove into me with his car. Apparantly he though it'd be funny. Unfortunately, I was standing in front of the van and it sandwiched me in between. I could feel how close my leg was to breaking. I could have just karate chopped it or something. I had the hugest bruise.

Then I'd be like.....

Speaking of woman-beaters (hahaha, just kidding. Jason's not really a woman-beater. He's just a beater)

But maybe I'll actually do this throughout my entries. THat'd at least be good for me to look back on and remember later in life.