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Mixed Bag

I haven't blogged in a month. I know you've missed it, non-readers. To be frank, I don't really know what to write about. Actually, that's kind of a lie considering I sort of figured out something to write about this morning while waiting in line at Starbucks this morning. I still don't quite know how it's going to turn out, though...

My morning was kind of weird. I somewhat overslept and was still hoarse from screaming from excitement at the Grammys. I then found out this that I didn't have to take my brother to school. This is always a good thing because it means I can listen to whatever I want to in the car. So I went to Starbucks to get my Tuesday breakfast, as I do, and I was busy worrying.

I know what you're thinking. OMG ME WORRY??? NEVER!!! The typical things were going through my mind. I'm going up north this weekend. Will  they make fun of me for having a southern accent???? Will Whole Foods food make me fat??? Am I wearing shoes??? Why is this guy so CLOSE to me in line?? You know, things everybody worries about put probably won't admit to on something like, oh, I don't know, the Internet?

Then, "Touch of Grey" came on as I reached the front of the line, I picked up a penny, and everything was just dandy. I'm in a great mood for someone who heard "Black Hole Sun" as soon as she entered the car on Valentine's Day. I even heard about four of my favorite songs on the radio from Starbucks to school this morning and proceeded to scream-sing them all (this is why I enjoy riding to school by myself. If people heard me scream-sing in the car, they would have me institutionalized.). So, even though my Internet is being slow and the day is somewhat gloomy, it's a good one.

I hope yours is good, too. Feel free to scream-sing to any of your favorite songs. Preferably in public. While wearing silly outfits and doing silly dances.Or laugh out loud at something nobody else is watching/hearing/seeing. I do it all the time and I'm quite content. Have fun. Enjoy the day. Do something stupid. If you're with someone, make them have fun, too. If you're alone today, don't feel bad. I still love you. Or if you're heartbroken, just look at this chick:

If life stinks, please put a big red bow on your bike. It will make me happy. And that's all that matters.

I scream-sang this in the car this morning. It's sooo cheesy but so good at the same time. "Seven Wonders" by Fleetwood Mac

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