I've had that song, "The Art of American Football" by Funeral for a Friend in my head the whooollle day. Maybe it's because Stina and I huddled in the corner during Religion class and pressed our ears against my laptop speakers to listen to punk. Such outcasts, we are...actually not really this year. I find myself having a lot of fun with a lot of different people. It seems like the misfits have joined forces.
I actually drove today! Yes, for the first time in my entire 16 years, I was behind the wheel. Sure, it was some crappy who-knows car (and nothing in comparison to the Thunderbird *drool*), but it's still a car. And who knew that the gas pedal was so finicky? The slightest press sends the car zooming down the block. No accidents yet...The Cat Must Go! (hehe)
This week has been tiring. Just tired. Tired, tired, tired. Two people are basically keeping me alive...thanks you two, you know who you are. :) The most excitement this week was today, with the driving. Yep.
So, I'll be around again...maybe...I dunno.
- Punk Rock Cinderella -
