My hands smell like dog. Yes, I know that's random. It's the truth. Freedomland. Not that great a movie. Although it made me want to become a better actor, so that I can play crazy well. I always seem to love the crazy people more than the normal people. The crazy people are always more lovable, even if they did kill their own son. There was a little boy at Wendy's, that we all thought was a little girl. He had on girl's jeans, girl's boots, and a lavender girl's sweatshirt. He was also talking rather excitedly about the costumes the olympic figure skaiting pairs were wearing, and who had the best ones. I kid you fucking not. So I was jamming out today in my room, and I whacked my hand off the wall, and my Fall Out Boy poster fell down. I was sad, and it wouldn't go back up. I had to get the hammer. But it's up and looking pretty. ahhh, my pretty. I loves it