Grimble Grumble.

Grimble Grumble was a gnome. He wore a scarlet tunic and a blue-green hood. He liked adventures in the grass. He ate, slept, and drank his wine.

Or, this was according to Pink Floyd anyway. I think Floyd is a cool guy's name. If I were to name a child, it might be Floyd.

So yeah, I'm back on my slight obsession with the Misfits. Okay, it's not really an obsession. It's a newfound infatuation, I'll call it. I like them because of their music (at least Michale Graves, anyway) and the fact that they don't really make any arguments against religion or anything. They're just a legendary punk band all for the love of the punk. I'm also kind of getting into Atreyu as well, and I can't type out their name for my life.

Atruey? Atryue? Ateryu? Tyeuar? Stupid fingers.... D:<

Collarbone, you bother me quite a lot right now. I wish you would cut that out.

Dear body, please get better by April 17th. Maybe even before that, I'm not even close to being ready for the auditions yet. Rrrrrrr, Pitman broadway. I'm hoping for the best, darling.

You know that feeling when you're in your room in the dark, and you're just kinda sitting in front of your keyboard typing out useless words, and the space around you just feels kind of cold and empty? And your cat sleeping at the corner of your bed isn't helping at all because for some reason, shes just being irritating. Just by being a cat and not the person you long to be with?

That'd be kind of funny, if he was sleeping at the corner of my bed. I don't think he'd fit in just one corner, though. Aw, man. If he was ever over my house.

I dunno, I don't want to go to band tomorrow. Like, I'm even thinking of skipping a day. I'll probably end up going anyway, but if it wasn't for Cute Eyed Kevin sitting next to me and Leia and Sippy and Becky and Muffin, I would just never go. Ever. I'm so glad I'm not doing it next year. Choir for the wins!~

THROAT. I HATE YOU SEVERELY.