No, seriously. Hormones suck.
One minute I'm sobbing hysterically over my math homework and the next I'm skipping around the house because we're having pasta for dinner.
WTF, TEENAGERNESS?
NOT FROCKING COOL.
I DO NOT APPRECIATE THIS HORMONAL ROLLER COASTER.
Yeah, so, that's mostly what's up with me.

I HAVE A QQQUUUUESSSTIIIOOOON!!!
Can ghosts haunt other ghosts?

ALso, in my gallery I'm 3 deviations short of a full page. So that is my mission, to fill up the page.
AND SOMEONE WATCHED ME!!!!!!!!
Like, here. On dA.
Not a stalker.
Duh.

S'yeah. Right now I'm in the "hyper" hormone stage.
GUESS WHO'S NOT FALLING ASLEEP UNTI REALLY LATE TONIGHT?!?!!?
Not me, actually, I was talking about Chuck Norris.
He's having a sexy party until the wee hours of the morning.
I like that phrase, "wee hours". And "wild blue yonder", that too.

Just because you don't have the ability to grow hair that's not on your head....
I'M NAIVE, IT'S OFFICIAL.