Hey Peoples Of Earth

Well, as is really obvious, I messed around with my blog again. I like it, because really, why can't everyone just speak english? Things would be a lot less confusing. Like, international talking type things. So we don't have things like George Bush when he went to Australia  and was all "yeah yeah peace out man" with the peace thing with your fingers. And he ended up really offending them. Well, I like the new name, because it's great! I like it. I think it looks nice how I've set my blog up. But, I have really good grades. No joke. I am amazed, and really proud of myself.  OKAY OKAY, I have one F in gym, and one D in English but just back off okay? On to books. I have been reading a great book. It's called Tweak: Growing up on Methamphetamines by Nic Sheff. And okay okay I know I know, it's a memoir about his life while he was in San Fran and L.A. and how he relapsed, got his shit together, then relapsed again. But, it is FANTASTIC. Not shitting you. I love it. It's great. His dad, David Sheff, wrote the book Beautiful Boy  and this book is the other side. I haven't read Beautiful Boy and I doubt I will but, whatever, I also have read Withering Tights by Louise Rennison. Who is one of my favorite authors. She lives in England and so on, and I read her series Confessions Of Georgia Nicolson. Which, most of the things in there really did happen to Louise and I thought that it was great and the books are really quite funny, in a teenaged angst kind of way. I recommend her books eight ways to Sunday. And I KNOW that there isn't eight ways to Sunday, but get off my back will you??? You're starting to seem like my Mutter and Vater. So HUSH. And shutup brain. Now. Have you ever had one of those times where your brain will NOT SHUT THE HELL UP??? I've been having those. I can't stop thinking about the 17th. Which, I know, is tomorrow. I can't stop thinking about it, because it's Spencer and I's three year anniversary. Really awesome right! I know!!!! I'm so excited I think I might explode! It's been driving me crazy thinking about it, and ever since about... Sometime last week I have been in a fabulously fantastic mood. All the time. Even in the mornings. And I am not known to be a happy camper in the mornings. Normally I'm a wake-me-up-and-I'll-fucking-kill-you camper in the mornings. Which, uh, isn't all that good really. Particularly because of waking up and going to school every morning. Which, let's see, I've only been doing for the past eleven years now. And, I'm still not used to waking up in the mornings, I'm a bit better at it now that I've been doing it for so long, but, in elementary school I was not very good at getting up. In the form of.... Well, I almost had to be dragged out of bed, and then I had to be up and ready to go at seven fifty in the morning, instead of six thirty like I have to now. Weird right? And, really the waking up at a certain time every day never really ends, because after highschool, there's college and going to work, and all that. But, hey, it's better than being broke and out of work right?