I am so having a good day. I dont know why, but this day is totally spectaculachious. I don't know what I'm going to do tomorrow, I am getting so confused... the bus boys were totlly awesome on friday, we were just hanging out, chattin it up, you know the deal... But, as we all know, Mondays suck. So, I am so freaking learning to play this song on my guitar, jet freaking rocks my silly pink socks. So, I am so swearing that being tall sucks, I hate going anyweher, church, school, the store... I love just being alone where there is nothing to remind me of my giganticism. I mean, I used to be able to fir in all these tight spaces, under the couch, under the bed, now I can't do it with out my feet poking out... or bruising my hips. I'm all elbows, knees, and angles. I love remembering anytime before fith grade, you know, when my body betrayed me and made me a giant. Its so sad, because whenever I sit down, I automatically curl into myself, arms around legs, chin on kness... you know the drill. Plus all the guys I know are shorter then me.