Rock The Casbah!

It's like finding fifty dollars,

And then dancing in the street without getting hit by a car.

All combined with a sparkly feeling.

If only humans actually were sparkly when they were happy.

That's what I'm talking about.

Happiness.

Because that's what I am.

Happy.

Regardless of the fact it's a Tuesday.

That I went to school and it wasn't fun.

(Per usual.)

But despite this,

I'm thinking:

I'm not dead!

It isn't raining!

I haven't got much homework!

AND.

He laughs all cute-like.

Well goodness, I think that list is enough to make anyone happy.

The last bit is a bit more personal though.

But I'm happy.

And I don't know why anyone else would care.

But I felt like proclaiming my happiness from the hilltops and mountainsides!

Or from my blog.

But I'm seriously so happy

That I don't mind reading some silly old-English primary documents.

Or doing a decade or too

All for that APUSH Notebook (which WILL kill me, by the way.)

I'm also so happy that for

One

Split

Second

I thought about an "us".

In a serious context.

Something I do NOT allow myself to do that often.

(A lie in itself, but this time my thought was different.)

Like we could actually pull off something

At homecoming or something.

Like he would actually be there.

And say I looked pretty

And we could dance.

It crossed my mind before I could stop it.

And I blushed a little bit, actually.

Which is SO not my style.

But I did.

And it was nice.

For that split second.

And I'm still happy.

Listening to Billy Joel and plunking away at my keyboard,

Probably smiling like a fool.

But that's ok by me,

Because I think it's partly the caffeine I just gulped down,

And partly the fact that the Crazies are so amazing.

I just rambled a little bit.

Also the caffeine.

But anyway,

I'd better get on with that "homework".

After I read my latest issue of Time and Facebook creep a little bit..

In conclusion:

Tuesday has redeemed itself.

By the way,

He was wearing corduroy pants.

I think that's cute.

Adieu!!