...I look like I'm dead and I dress like a homo....*bounces to song* I MUST BE EMO! WOo anyhoo. yeah . First off, I HATE, emphasis on HATE, my chemical romance. That whole emo thing? Yeah. It is all a joke. ALL OF IT. Secondly, I DESPISE, emphasis on DESPISE, labels. They're funny when used as sarcasm but when people are serious about them it's the most hysterical thing I've ever seen. Not to mention sad and pathetic. Third...I don't remember a time when I was ever apathetic......So this whole thing doesn't describe me. At all. So don't get any ideas. Just thought I'd put that out there. Thank you very much. Moving right along. Lately I've been caught up in my love interest the Grizzly-Ben. Yes. The Grizzly-Ben. There have been many conversations at least 6 hours long on the phone at a time about the most randomly wide ranged topics from radioactive mutated raccoons to b-horror movies to fucking in a coffin. Our conversations most of the time don't make sense. Our senses of humor don't make sense. Our minds don't make sense. We don't make sense. How we fell for each other so fast doesn't make sense. Hell, how we met doesn't even make sense. ALL OF IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY FUCKING SENSE!...Yet I love it and him anyway. Because. Of its unusualness, and extreme emotionful passion interweaved in it all. Wow did I say that I love him? Ok. My fingers are typing faster than my current thinking speed. That's the only new, relevant, and interesting thing that's been happening in my life at this point. School is complete and utter bullshit and I don't want anything to do with it once I graduate (which is in oh 5 1/2 months by the way *extreme happy dance*)Welllll *RUNS OFF* Farewell my lovelies!!! <3