I'm into depressing songs again.

Why, oh why, must you sound so good? It makes me wonder about where my mind has gone. It makes me wonder if I'm going back into a depression stage. Except this time, I can actually see myself smile at rare times throughout the day. That's one plus. But then again, it could be a sign of insanity. Who knows?

When given time to myself, by myself, I find myself thinking pessimistically. It annoys me more than anything. I find myself wanting to cry and just leave it at that. Crawl up in bed and go sleep for as long as I want. I feel at peace in my sleep but...sleep can only last for so long. It only feels like a couple of minutes when in reality, a couple hours have gone by.

I think I need more sleep. I think I need to procrastinate less. I think I need to stop thinking and start doing. Oh, and I've realized that I'm somewhat back on Blogspot now. I'm on Tumblr less. it's almost like I don't care about it anymore 'cept to update some new photos and my 365. I don't know why but Tumblr depresses me a little. Pft. Like my posts here don't depress me already.

I laugh at my own irony. But that's okay.

I'm going to sign off now. Maybe get some sleep. A part of me doesn't want to. A another part of me is screaming for some rest. Most of me is just screaming to stop.

Stop what, really? Everything if anything.

Jump up, fall down, gotta play it loud now.

Don't care, my head's spinning all around now.

I swear I'll do, anything that I have to

Til I forget about you.

My parents' idea of discipline is...rather stupid.

You can probably infer that I went through some sort of punishment last night. I did. Well, in my parents' POV. Once again, my sister and I were locked out of the house in the wee hours of the night. This was my second time and Carol's fifth, if not sixth, time. The reason?

We were too loud.

My dad once told us, "Lights out and silence by 11." Okay. That was slightly understandable unless I had homework and whatnot. Last night, my sister and I were being a tad bit too loud for his taste. It was 10:55PM. He decided to go to bed early, so when he woke up to tell us to get our asses outside, he was obviously cranky.

So what did we do? We chilled and talked for about an hour. Then we had to surrender to our bladders. We both decided to stay over at our cousin's place (which, THANK GOD, was up the street) and just chill there. I didn't see us going back in any time in the near future 'cause both my parents went to bed. They left us outside wearing nothing but tank-ops and shorts. Oh, it was kinda chilly for a night in August. I'm somewhat amazed I didn't catch a cold.

We stayed at our cousin's for about 2 hours before my mom called. She was worried about us. When my cousin told me, I literally laughed out loud. If she was so worried about us, she would've let us in the second my dad fell asleep. My cousin asked me what was the point of my parents locking us out. I merely shrugged and she told me it was the stupidest punishment she's ever heard of. I second that.

Right now, it is a lovely Thursday evening. Both my parents are coming home late. How late? Sometime past 9PM, hopefully. After my dinner digests, I plan to shower and sleep before either one of them gets home. I'm not in the mood to face either one right now. My mom called over 10 times today. This afternoon. This is one of the main reasons why, when I stayed home, I told her I was out. If not, she'd be calling home every 20 minutes or so to annoy the shit out of whoever was home at the time.

And guess what she said over the phone? A long, repetitive lecture. And also, a list of chores to do. Chores, I'm fine with. Repeating yourself in every single call you make(which was a lot)? I would want to punch the poor unfortunate item closest to me. Which happened to be my desk. Let me tell you. It relieves the stress and anger momentarily (boy, does it feel good to let it out) but the stinging pain will be a bitch, depending on how hard you're punching.

Boy, you can tell I'm ranting. Look at how long this post is growing into. -__- And I wanted to make it short. Pfft. Oh, as you can see on the calendar: next Monday, I'm headed out to Massachusetts for my annual family vacation. That means a whole week with the family. Oh freaking joy. I can't wait. -dispose dripping sarcasm here-

Well, that wraps it up. I have my annual check-up tomorrow. It's early-ish in the morning, so I should go sleep. Before someone gets home. Good nights!

Edit: I started my Common App today. I registered for the SUNY website today too. I'm going to work on my Common App essay for Bing whenever I don't have internet. I wonder if I need a separate Common App essay for every school I'm applying to. Or if one would do for all? -shrug- I'll ask someone later on.

And I don't know

How I would ever go

All alone walking on my own.

Shot in the Dark; BTR

Another stay-at-home-day.

I need to get out. Right. Now. I've been feeling too lazy and unproductive. I need to work out. I need to just get out there. I should give Johanna a call and go handball somewhere. Hmm, Metrocards expire on Thursday. So no Metro on Friday ): !

Meh, I'll live.

I don't know what spurred this, but at the moment, I'm liking the BTR songs. They're catchy and the lyrics aren't terrible. Maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm having a phase...oh well. I like. (:

Oh! I made spaghetti and meatballs today and I'm extremely full. I had an early dinner though, so it should digest soon...very soon... Maybe I should go biking tomorrow morning. Or most of the day, or all day. Lawls. I'll see. Oh, by the way, I'm thinking about reusing some of these lyrics in the future. Far future, don't worry. (:

Gotta keep on believing

That everything takes time.

I'll make up any reason

To make you mine.

Any Kind of Guy; BTR