ahhh. do you ever get the feeling like irony is one big buildup, courtesy god, of a rebound of all the stupid things you have ever done in your life? Of deciding to go to school in New York, or of starting to bite your nails again? of not being kind? of forgetting your best friend's birthday? Irony is hitting me full force, and, unfortunately, the overall impression that I get is the feeling of belly flopping into a pool. I did that once, back when we lived in Minnesota, and due to the fact that I have a quasi-intelligent way of reasoning through my mistakes, I have never done it again. If only it were that easy with other things. Today, nothing seems to be able to bring me down. I float easily on my toes like some sort of fool with her head in the clouds. It feels great! I haven't been mean in hardly a week! do you know what I would like, though? I would really, honestly enjoy a nap.