There is a Crumb of Something Unknown on my Pant Leg...

Woah. That was a long post. I am glad, however; it has been quite some time.
Forty-two posts for the month of November. That, my dear Abby, is crazy. One might even call it "insane". Yes, I think one just might.

I would just like to tell you that I have been typing in the titles of my songs from your CD, and all I had to do was look over at "wanna wressle?" (which I believe is spelled incorrectly, by the way) to make me feel overjoyed. It is nice to know that with all the horror of the world, little things can still make me happy.

No, I am sure that if you received an adequate amount of sleep, you would not always be tired. Well, your mind probably still would be, but it would certainly help. Your going to bed at one is an improvement. There is way too much to fix in the world, but you can't hang yourself over it. Knowing that you are doing the best you can and working to get others to join should be enough (though I know it never will be).

Having headaches is why you should start sleeping. Seriously. Christmas should be wonderful. It will be the first time I have seen my sister without her roommate (not that I am complaining) in a very, very long time. Excluding this weekend. I mean for an extended period of time.

"This" is something you will have to get used to. The frustration and confusing, vicious cycle is madness. I don't know what to tell you. I have no wisdom to offer. Just a cello concerto (by the way, I just listened to the fruit song, and I believe that they are plucking the strings, which would actually be pretty cool...thanks).

Quit letting everything drive you insane. You really do need a day off. I don't know how exactly I can tell you that after watching that documentary, but I think that you are an exception. Let me do the thinking for a couple of days, Abby. You just sleep. And watch movies that start with the letter "L".

Okay, bowl cut it is. Will you please dye it some insane color too? I really want to dye a colorful streak in my hair one of these days. You can be there when I make the final decision.

You are doing well in school, I think, so you should not be too overly frustrated with it. That does not mean to not worry about it. That is probably necessary.

The play shall be interesting--just you watch. Oh, gosh. I know you can't wait to see me as ragpicker. I will be the highlight of the show.

So is Margot of Margot and the Nuclear So-and-So's not a female. Because I was definitely expecting a female voice, but nope. Always a surprise on your CD's.

You seem way too confident to ever give in to peer pressure. I can't judge though. I would say that you do not seem like the type of person to succumb to others, but you just wrote about how others should not say that that was not very "you" because there cannot be a defined "you" in a lifetime, but a different "you" in every circumstance. So maybe I shouldn't say that. I can't say if you are getting "well, better?" because I don't know how you were before. You can spare me the details unless you feel the need to talk, but, anyway, I think you are a perfectly wonderful person now, Abby. I think you have always been, most likely, which sounds so extremely corny, but you couldn't have been so, errr, loving?, if you weren't good before. So don't say "better" because that implies "becoming good", and I know good people who do stupid things. And don't say "scholarly" becuase that isn't necessarily "good". I know many smart people who do not have much kindness inside of them. So, you see, Scrabble Girl? I'm not sure you possibly can. I'm not sure I understood this unbelievably long passage either, so I can't blame you if you cannot. But know that you are good. There is no way to convinve me otherwise.

New Year's is important. Some day, when I really need it, I will have a meaningful New Year's. Right now, though, I think that I would try too hard to make it important only to find that I don't need it, which I guess is a good thing.

I wanted to read all day today, but one, I was busy, and two, I was not sure I could handle the Kite Runner. Especially at this moment.

You loser, looking but not writing.

I hope we make change. I hope our generation is the one to make a difference. Really. Because the world is in great need of one.

Ha, I know. I bet they don't know what they are getting themselves into, creating a blog. I don't think we should warn them, because it truly is a spectacular universe.

I really, really wanted my little sister to be home last night. Or my older sister. Either. I think you are rubbing off on me. But neither we there, and I was quite pathetic, so i just gave up and tried to fall asleep to the sould of VH1, but that didn't happen.

Actually, Abby, I read that, and I truly believed that I actually would rub your head and let you sleep in my bed. If anyone is reading this, it is not entirely as creepy as it may seem. And Abby definitely started it. But, if you really needed a head rubbing, I would be here to do it because I truly care. I know that if I ever needed a scalp rubbing (which I don't think I will because I don't like people touching my head), you would be there for me. This paragraph is becoming slightly strange, as has this entire blog entry. I really must stop before I frighten myself.

Who knows? I know. What, exactly I am unsure. But I bet I know about it.
Have a wonderful time at your grandmother's house. I hope her water bed is warm.