Past my bedtime at 8:10PM.

To begin: Happy National Punctuation Day!

^ Take that with a grain of salt. I heard it on the radio when I first woke up this morning (5:30, JUST SAYING) so I am obviously not a credible source.

Nothing crazy happened today. The best part was that our gym teacher was out (she has a bone spur in her neck and was most likely getting it checked out, from what I gathered) so I sat around and did the math homework I got in the class before as well as I did my friend Brittney's. Under normal circumstances, no, I would've never done that. But no exerting activities put me in a generous mood, and I had already done that worksheet thingy thing.

Besides the above paragraph and a nine-page Social Studies quiz I had (yesterday, today, and a little bit of tomorrow to work on it, mind you), the only really deeply interesting thing I encountered was this book excerpt of "conversations with Stephen King" called Eyeglasses for the Mind. I was going to link you directly to it, but I couldn't find anything. :[

Oh, and as a side-note of sorts before I wrap this up: my mother thinks I'm bipolar.



Fascination: How I still have to write down everything I want to talk about my blog like I did in roflkaytyyyler (except THOSE were vlogs).
Quote of the day: (said by me) "Yeah, I really got the full redneck feel of him once he started talking about taxidermy."