Frick.

Oh, sad dance of fail, welcome back.
You know how I get these stupid little crushes that don't really mean anything and don't affect me in anyway?
Well, this time is different.
It more like a metso piano crush.
And I'm sick of it.
I don't want to like anyone. At all.
Okay, Metso piano is a little more than what this actually is.
Let's put it on a scale.
A little crush that doesn't affect me would be a one, while a love thing would be a ten.
This is about a 2.
There. That works.

Gah.
I'm not ready for this.

WINKITTY!

Wondering what to get me for my birthday?

http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Will-Grayson-Will-Grayson/John-Green/e/9780525421580/?itm=1&USRI=Will+Grayson%2c+Will+Grayson

YES.
If I don't end up getting this as a gift, I will be buying it myself.
You have no idea how excited I am.
As far as I've been told, it's about two gay boys named Will Grayson.
And I am incredibly excited to read it.
You have no idea.
John Green AND gay boys?

Ah.
Happy dance for the first time in months.
You have no idea.


Oh, and I won my debate yesterday. (:

Have a great day.

Oh, what a life.

Let me fill you in on my past few days, weeks, months.

Yesterday, it hit me that I have no reason to live.

I got this letter from a friend of mine.:

"Dear Spencer,
You look really tired and down, and I'm sorry. I want you to feel good. I want you to sleep well. I want you to be healthy. I want you to have good days. I want you to look forward to things. I want you to be wealthy. I wnt you to see the world. I want you to have all the cute puppies and kittens to yourself. I want you to have tons of friends. I want you to acheive your goals. I want you to feel loved. I want you to be happy. Very very happy."

Which made me realize how poopy everything is.

Then, due to my lack of social life, a girl who is a Freshman in band and GSA decided her and her friend and going to find a day when they can both hang out, and kidnap me.
Two freshman. And they can't find a day when they're both free.
Freshman have a better social life than I do.

Now, I'm not saying all freshman are weenie's and don't deserve lives, because these two do.
But, as a sophomore, I feel as if I would have made at least one good friend who actually wants to help me out.

Whatever.


First block. Bernard. Here I come.
Who cares.

Chistian Side Hug.

I  feel as if this is impotant to point out.