"Being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up; these are the best days of our lives."

Hey, so maybe I'm more out of shape than I thought. I was really whiny today. I got home with a fat MIGRAINE. I swear, exercise is supposed to make you happy? Damn, I come home sad. Haha. Sad because I'm not athletic anymore. At sixteen, I am the geezer. Where's my geritol? Oh yeah...its down there, wait, I can't bend down or I'll throw my back. Oh yeah and I can't turn too fast, or I'll discombobjulate my hip. Darn hips. I remember back in the day....ahh, yes...the day...those days...when I bent down to pick things up without coming back up wheezing. So yeah. My new bed? Horrible. I woke up at 4 o'clock this morning thinking I was somewhere else. So I watched tv. I think that was the beginning of the headache. And then the exercise. Ahh. Break my legs off and throw them towards the sea. Heh. But it was good, it was funny. My sister said to me, "If you're feeling a little queezy, you shouldn't be in high places [my bed], so you can go watch TV in my room." She likes my bed. Whatta ho, she's always friggin watching in my room. Pisses me off sometimes.

"If I could tell the truth, it would rain on me and you." I just heard it.