I am in such a hopeless romantic mood tonight. I'm all... reading love novels and listening to sappy love songs, it's creepy. Maybe I'm about to get my period...? Who knows. This is weird. I'm all happy but yet lonely? It's all... healing and goodness. I hope it never happens again...

Yellowcard's new CD "Ocean Avenue" is good, but I expected more. Some of the songs sound a lot alike, but the songs that they do that are good are awesome, such as "Empty Apartment" and "Only One" I still liked them more before their Ocean Avenue CD, but don't get me wrong, I'm not one of those people who says "Omg, A band is on MTV, I shall hate it..." I just think they could have done better. And why is it that "Life of a Salesman" is titled so? Just wondering if there is any meaning behind that...

I'm going to go insane if I wake up tommorow not feeling good, I cannot stand being sick anymore. My head is killing me and I've run out of things to do. All I've been doing on the first two days of fall break is talk to people on the computer and watch television. I've got to say, having hundreds of channels is pointless if there's STILL nothing interesting to watch. For instance, all I'm doing right now is watching Rugrats, which seems to be the only thing remotely interesting on the tv. I woke up really early this morning, which was odd because I was up really late last night talking to Chris. We were basically just asking eachother questions back and forth, which was surprisingly very fun, because I told him things that aren't really important but that I've never told anyone else. He told me that he'd never been happy enough to cry about it. I find this amazing, I cry happily over almost anything. The last time I cried happily was because Michael told me that I was a good friend, I started bawling (seriously) so I think it's amazing that he's never cried out of happiness. Crying is so weird, if you think about it. Why is it that we cry? Scientists say it's all about evolution- when we were babies we cried for survival, to get fed, to get picked up. So now, when we're feeling distressed, we cry. That doesn't explain why I cry when I'm happy... so I'm distressed when I'm happy? This has something to do with the fact that I'm like, hypersensitive. And hey, that doesn't mean crazy. But the same thing with laughing, why do we laugh? I mean, why do we do it? It's weird. It's all enough to make my mind boggle.