Baby, It's Cold Outside.

^^^ This being possibly my favourite song at the time.... The Glee version of course.
I've lied...again... I said I was going to be consistent with this bloggy thing... But seeing as I hardly ever get on the actual computer, makes life difficult.

Today has been one of the best days in a good while. I'm gonna Terrintino it, and go backwards through my day. Let's go back. The most darling Lydia Brown and I made hats. And not just any hat, but Jersey Shore'd hats. With glitter and buttons and such. You guys better like them or hell will be to pay. We also made a little jaunt to wally world to pick up some supplies. Always a joy. Our abdomens were in pain due to the laughter induced by mister Timothy Mills, and his sarcastic, witty humor... The whole conversation focused on brownies and eating babies. Before that, My familia and I went to fetch our Tannenbaum(sp?) and then nommed on some delish La Carreta. :) I'm not Mexican. Let's  keep going. After parade practice, the violence insued. Mr. Boaz attacked me. Not nice. He kept poking me and untying my shoes. Bloody hell. All looking very suspicious to the average passerby. Complete with perfect cart wheels and the bob and wweave method, Sam and I laughed till we cried. The school day was filled with Bugler's Holiday and the always humorous Matthew commenting on every possible item that has a comment.

I think, now that I put some thought into it, that Terrentino-ing something is starting at the beginning... Oh well.

Serious time... Well sorta. Things all lovey dovey have been alright. Not too sweet or too salty. But just the right amount of Pokemon. xP But I can't have my cake and eat it too. There's always something in the way. Something I can't quite grasp, but I know is there. It's tangible, I'm sure. My arms just aren't long enough. Yet. Shouldn't be too hard. Everything grows in time. But there's always that something, also something words cannot describe, that something that keeps my attention. Something more than a flashy light. Something that must be delved into,  and analyzed. But I shan't complain. It could just vanish completely.

I've brought on another mental attitude towards my academics. Stress, for me, fills up more space than the actual knowledge of the material. Take the stress out of the equation. What's left? The things I actually need to know. Now would ya look at that.

I think I'm gonna go whip my hair back and forth.
Whip it real hard

=Peyton.