No sir, I really don't have a point.

It is currently 12:05AM. I have exactly 1 intro to lit test to study for, which is exactly 12 hours and thirty five minutes away. It's at these times that I wish I wasn't human so I could stay up all night. I'm so confused lately. I mix up literary terms with musical terms all the time. Like today I said I was so sick of pentamic pentameters (a type of poem) but what I really meant was that I was so sick of pentatonic scales. Today, I was looking at a piece of music, and my mom came up behind me and asked what I was doing, and I said "Scanning this chart"
You don't scan a chart. You scan a poem.

I need help. I really seriously, without any question or doubt, need help.

And one more thing - I am really, REALLY looking forward to this weekend, because it will be the first weekend in about a month where I've decided that all I'm going to do, is sit in my room, and pretend I'm vegetable.

I have to get up in exactly 4 hours and 49 minutes, so I'm going to leave you with this completely pointless blog post.

One more thing - I am extremely proud of my self for discovering that if you take Glen Oak Rd in Lombard, that turns into Hill, and Hill turns into College, which I believe, somewhere down the road, eventually turns into Pennsylvania. Ah, the wonder of back streets.

I can get all the way from my house, to South Wheaton without even driving on a high way.

Yay me.

Oh yeah, and one more thing. I know the reason why you're disagreeing with everything I'm saying is because I'm a woman - you know that the reason you're disagreeing with everything I'm saying is because I'm a woman - so why don't we just say it so I can call you a pig headed jerk and spit on you? Oh...because I'm supposed to be polite, right? Well spitting on you is more polite than kicking you in the nads.

The end.