"And, speaking of high school...

I never passed that."

I wonder if, sporadically, we just upped and dropped out of high school? What would happen then? Or, possibly even worse, we completely failed it? How would everyone react? I think I would be quite depressed for a little bit, and then I'd realize that the situation is really, truly, and completely...hysterically funny.

I like dancing, too. I was home alone today, and I put on my headphones and went downstairs to clean, and I realized that I can kind of shaking my hips as I walked, and then I started all out dancing, going crazy and singing at the top of my lungs, and Hank was excited and he started barking and running around, and I was chasing him and shaking my head and getting my Beyonce on. It was a good time, really. I like random moments when I'm home alone, singing and dancing and being stupid. Comfortable. I like being comfortable. I like no stress, no anger, no sadness. I really, really do like happy. I know most people imply they like happy, but I really do. And maybe, yeah, I like to hide my problems. I like to think that everything's a-okay, but that's how I'm comfortable. And that's how I like it. And occassionally, I break down, yeah, but then I can go back to my happy universe. I'm happiest when I'm happy, you know? I'm happiest when other people are happy, too. So maybe me wanting to change the world is purely selfish--I don't care if these people are happy, it's simply that if they are happy, I will be even moreso. But I hope that's not why.

I love being warm when I'm cold. I love hot chocolate and Christmas songs and cartoons. I simply cannot wait. Again, it's happy, and I like it. Christmas, I mean. It's just so...wonderful.

I think I can go to Macbeth tomorrow, happily. I'm excited. I really like Shakespeare at the IRT, especially on the stage we're going to. I saw Twelfth Night there, and it was fantastic.

Must run.
Well, not really run.
Must dance.