Will the violins be playing?

I stole that from a Last Days of April song. Actually, it is the song. I feel like blogging. There is a tingle in my fingers and that only means one thing: blog. Blog, blog, blog.

This was the first weekend in a long time that I actually did stuff and stayed out after 10 o'clock. When's the last time? Maybe some Saturday at Andover. Pitiful, huh? Thousands of miles away from home. Months ago. Yet, I can't even chill with friends? Well, for some reason my parents have decided to hella regulate. Can't imagine why. I haven't exhibited any suicidal tendencies lately, nor have I been incredibly angry or euphoric. I've been really good, I think. I do homework and crap. I tolerate school. Last weekend, I finished my homework before 6 o'clock on Sunday afternoon. They have decided that I am capable to drive myself places. Thank God. I like driving now. Its fun, especially with music now. Its liberating. Yesterday, I was at my friends house for her birthday dinner, and my mom called me on my cell and she said, "Don't drive drunk, Vanessa." Oh my friggin goodness, I was going to friggin die. I wasn't drinking. In fact, I haven't ingested any type of alcoholic beverages with my friends at all (yet?). Fascinatingly, I do that on my own time. But I thought that was hilarious when she said that to me. I seriously started hella yelling.

Today I saw Chicago with some friends (Hey Maureen and Alex!). SHOUTOUTS! jk. Good movie. Very entertaining. Renee Zellweger is skinny. Richard Gere looked a lot hotter when he was younger (Officer and a Gentlemen younger). It was good. You all should watch it. I think that it was an interesting movie.

Ahh and then there is tomorrow, when the sun will shine. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. I plan to stay home, do homework early, and then just watch TV at night. The One is going to be on. So is Alias. And The Dead Zone. Sunday is becoming one of my favorite primetime nights. As you can tell I am very into my TV and movies.