So I made a mistake earlier today, and the person who the mistake affected asked me, "What were you thinking?"
I shrugged half-heartedly, and said, "I wasn't thinking."
But, my dear readers, this was a lie.
Do you want to know what I was thinking? Well, even if you don't, I'm gonna tell you anyway.
Remus
Tonks
Severus
Fred
Colin
Moody
Hedwig
Sirius
DumbledoreDammit, Rowling!
So now that I've managed to work up the stones to actually tell Krysta, how the everliving fuck am I going to do it?
What, exactly, is wrong with my knee?
Am I going to have enough money to go to TARDISCon?
What am I going to get Anne for her graduation?
What am I going to get Grace for her birthday?
How am I supposed to help Kayla when the answer she's looking for is one I'd kill to know myself?
I don't think I can manage AP Euro this year. How can I get out of it?
My laundry needs doing.
I need to call Mrs. Garcia about babysitting the kids.
I need to call Dad about the weed whacker.
I need food.
My head hurts. Am I getting another migraine? I'm nauseous, too. I think I might be. Damn. So, with the migraine, including nausea, should I eat? What if the reason I have a headache is that I haven't eaten since nine this morning?
To watch, or not to watch?
Also, why am I misquoting Shakespeare again?
When should Zeckra and Duren's relationship move past "just friends"? How do I make Gethin less one-dimensional? I mean, I don't want to pull a Meyer and be all "He's evil because I say he is so there." I need to be more Jacques-like and actually show that he's one vicious bastard. Also, when the hell will Hazel start acting like a normal person? And when does Zeckra tell Duren and Mikal about her "evil plan" to influence Hazel's personality? Who am I going to dedicate it to, anyway? Christina? Emily? Mom? Brian Jacques? Dude, I don't even fucking know.
I'm a stitch away from making it, and a scar away from falling apart. Why do these lyrics always seem to fit me way too closely?
It is okay to let your eyes wander, right? Especially when you're not actually in a relationship? I mean, it doesn't mean you're any less in love with the first person, yeah? Or maybe I should be asking myself if this ridiculous crush is finally waning, 'cause sometimes I wish it were.
Did Dad make my appointment yet? I really want to find out what's wrong with my knee. I want it to heal, too, because I want to ride my skateboard. Also, what about my sports physical? I need one of those. Swim starts in less than a month.
I should probably ask Abby and Stefanie if they need rides in August. I mean, Stef's almost eighteen, and it's only, like, ten or fifteen minutes of driving. Plus I obey all the other laws, so I shouldn't get pulled over.
So, sir, if you want to yell at me for what I did, go ahead. If you think that that should be my highest priority, by all means, do so. However, I have enough to worry about, and I really can't think about cutting your lawn in a goddamn straight line. It's all cut, isn't it? So fork over my money, and let me be on my merry way, with all my worries still intact.
People. Jeez.
