Sometimes I think I'm insane.

Seriously. Sometimes I wonder about my sanity. Like sometimes I'm all down and whatever, but then sometimes, like now, I'm practically bouncing off the walls. And when I post or write emails like this... Ooh boy. There's no telling what'll come out. I just start typing whatever I think, no matter how weird it is. And the worst part is how I expect people to totally understand the ramblings of a madwoman. Even I don't get it all the time. I'll probably read this tomorrow and think "dang, what was I on?" It's like I'm high or something. But I don't get high. Seriously. I know you're probably thinking, "yeah, right. She's freakin flyin she's so high." But really, I'm not. I'm just really, really weird. And I'm not tweakin on caffeine, either. Sometimes that happens to people, but really, I've been doin straight chocolate milk all day. Mmmmmm, calci-licious......

I mean, I try to be serious sometimes. I have been for the past few days. But for some reason, I'm like way giddy tonight. And nothing happened or anything. Just a normal, boring night. So what do I do? Go insane, of course! Don't worry. My walls have nice, soft padding. That lady said the padding is a benefit. Mwah.

Ugh, see what I mean? Just stupid ramblings! Sometimes it drives me crazy. er. Crazy - er. Meh. I think that's enough lamosity for tonight. That's not a real word, I don't think. Lamosity. I made that up. Anyway, I'm gonna hit the submit button thing now. I'll probably read this in the morning and be mortified and terribly embarassed. Oh well.