Sweet pea.

The stink of change is in the dust ridden, E. Coli harvesting air. In fact it'd started stinking up since 12th March. No wonder I was hiding in my room this whole time.

Good change, bad change, bla bla. Change is change. You get on top first or it'll fuck you up fast.

Today it was particularly putrid, which made it an interesting day. It was the sort of day that makes you rethink it over before going to bed while you won't stop listening to Amos Lee and Asher Roth. It's like you're reading a really good book when a hot stranger interrupts you by making a fool out of himself in front of you because you actually made him nervous. Or something like that.


I'm literally running on rented energy now so I'll probably ramble a lot. I kept gulping coffee and stuff that makes your heart goes bump bump bump real fast since 3 pm to keep me from falling asleep in the middle of doing important things like crossing the road.


We went to the girl's basketball tournament and it was amazing. Took me way back to highschool and paint wars and going to the beach instead of to classes. Screamed my throat out, cheered my ass off, did a little dance and obviously we won because we were awesome.

And I lost my phone in the taxi, but an incredibly nice teacher lady who has an adorable 6 year old boy who is in his yellow belt karate and has amazing big brown bambi eyes returned my phone. She even invited us to have dinner with her and her family and in my immense yet awkward gratitude, I of course said something stupid in reply but she just smiled. My faith in Egyptians is slowly returning and her boy's big brown bambi eyes are 3/4 responsible for it.

To top it all of, my dear old dad texted me in the middle of class telling me that he would like for me to be a cardio thoracic surgeon. That man is random about the most cruical things, I swear.
But oddly, I'm not mad. I actually thought if being a surgeon is the way to talk to him, then I'll be a surgeon, and I thought well, I'll just have to deal with it.

I swear the last time I remember screaming so loudly was back at a My Chemical Romance concert. Even then I was drooling half of the time. Now my throat hurts but I'm in my new pink jammies so it's all good.


I may be reading into it too much, but something is going on here.
Because I feel different today. I don't know how to explain it but I do feel it.

I should sleep.
But I've just realized this is the longest post I've written that I didn't feel like not posting.

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The first verse got to me the first time I heard it.

"I'm sentimental,
So I walk in the rain.
I've got some habits,
Even I can't explain.
I go to the corner,
And I end up in Spain.
Why try to change me now?"


I kept repeating it on the first verse over and over because when it gets to "You know I'll love you till the moon's upside down." it's irritating somehow. The moon can never be upside down. It's annoying.