Holla at me.....

No, I'm kidding, and please don't. It's very demeaning and misogynistic. And it's the sort of thing Akon would do. (I mean that he would holla at someone, not that someone would holla at him. Although they might. One can never be sure when about anything concerning Akon.)

Sungmin is being soooooooo annoying! I decided I wanted to play a computer game, so I quietly came downstairs, turned off the sound, and started it up. Almost as soon as I had set the controls, Little Bratface came running over (even though he had been upstairs almost a second ago) and started asking if he could play too. Therefore, I had to quit it and call him a brat. Duh. Now our little genius is asking how to open a macadamia nut. (I think he is a macadamia nut, but that's beside the point) How can he, when the hammer is in the garage? What do you do in such a situation? Honestly....

Kitty and me went to talk to Mom's friend/coworker at work yesterday about schizophrenia and bipolar. Great, now I have diagnosed myself with a mixture of the two. I m very hyper and sometimes immature and klutzy, and I'm bad at schoolwork (and everything else for that matter) I was born two weeks early, I'm the older sister (DUH! Read the books! The older sister always gets sick and/or dies!), I'm forgetful and disorganized, I trail off in the middle of a sentence, I believe badly about myself, I'm scared of mostly everything, I don't like to talk about my problems, and I don't want to do it! So I must be nuts.... also, TiTi hated me on sight, which may mean I have un-sociable tendencies as well. And a bitch, oops I mean instructor at bi-kwon-do hated me on site too. (She was a very interesting person, I must say...) So I think I must be going crazy. Obviously, the only way to fix this is to get an awesome boyfriend. At least that's what happens in all the books... or, wait, it's the younger, non-insane sister who gets the guy. CRUD! Not only do I have to be a total whack job, I don't even get a boyfriend! Also, if I'm right, and I am indeed bipolar or schizo, I may soon start to wear very hideous clothes and fashion, and become a complete This Week's Worst Dressed Weirdo candidate (along with Britney Spears and America Ferrara)! Lovely. What a wonderful prospect.

It's raining right now, which is niceeeee for a change. Like, I like rain. Ugh, how dumb did that just sound? Answer. Very, very dumb. I guess I can't become a speech-writer for the president, then...