Is this thing getting boring?

As I flail and sink into this obscure personality that I can only explain with one word (boring), does my blog do the same? Should I be the dark kind of funny, insult, and incriminate to get attention? Should I wave my hands around my head and make monkey sounds? What the hell does it take? I'm just too fuckin uninteresting, right? Damnit, that gets me down.

So yesterday, I had this massive headache that made me think I was sick and that I had to vomit (which I didn't, but damn well tried to), so at midnight I crept downstairs and took some pills. Walking back up, I saw my mom. She gave me a look and it startled me. She told me to go to sleep. But I couldn't, I just couldn't. I don't know, it was killing me. It was like an incessant stab at my cranium. Kind of like the Olsen twins to the movie industry, they just don't stop, and it doesn't matter how much pain they inflict on others. It was painful. I wanted to smash my head into the wall or just pull the pillow over my head thinking that would take it away. Finally, I got to sleep by thinking about something wweird. I won't tell. Its not freaky weird. Its weird like, "What if I had more toes than necessary?" Stuff like that. I love Yellowcard to no end.

A certain conversation with someone made me think of a stupid and childish subject: The Drummer. Yeah, that's it. Punk rock guys are hot. I want to be a groupie (joke).

I wore my new Thursday shirt today. People kept saying that they thought it said "Christianity." Sure, I would wear a religous t-shirt. Yeah, sure I would. And then after, I could join the nunhood. Yeah. Sure. Others commented on the band name "Thursday." To which, everytime, every comment I would chant "Emocore! Emocore!" Hahaha.

There's a Yellowcard show in February, I wanna go? Who else likes Yellowcard?

There's also a Juliana Theory show in Frisco in two weeks. Who wants to drive me there?

That's all I have folks. Guess what. Time for Seventh Heaven!