I'm feeling depressed.

It's like I'm all happy (or at least semi-happy) then every one hundred and eight days I hit the button and let it all out in one big emotional explosion. Okay, it's more like emotional seepage in the case of depression and it's a little bit more like every month, but whatever.
Nacho Libre was so/so. There were some good bits, but I didn't really like it. Maybe it would have been better if I hadn't gone with Evan and Haylee. It's that whole social thing that I have issues with. I didn't have a very good time.
*Sigh* I need the laptop because it has my font and I'm not stuipid enough to try working on my stuff on this computer in a different font because I'd have to go back through and put it all back in Eurostyle or whatever that font's called. But Eliza is using the laptop and she won't move to this computer and I got paper the acid-free lignin free stuff too, but I don't have my knock off Kooh-I-Noor pencil. So . . . I am at a loss.
Evan is Lobster Leg. (I hope you read this, turdmunch. Lobster Leg's a turdmunch, not you.) He got sunburned on the top half of his leg really bad and I wil call him that because I'm in a bad mood. So there.
I don't know what else I was going to post about. I should probably go check the Yay Forum! and the Flaming Leprechaun for posts and stuff. I haven't done that in a few days.
I think I'm avoiding it. What if I never check the forums again?
I want to just pack up and leave for Wyoming. Send an email or something that says "Bye." and go. Well, maybe I'd jump on my soapbox and write a hundred page essay to these people telling them how I really feel, then *poof*, I'm gone. New adress, new house, new friends, new school, new state. Take that, suckers! You had your chance, now I'm gone and there's nothing you can do about it.
Yeah, I feel that way now, but tommorrow? Tommorrow I'll be planning how to put Scuba Trees together and when we'll shoot next. Yeah.
I wanna travel for a living when I grow up. That sounds good. Then I could do that all the time. Bang! Oh, I've gotta go! You're an idiot, you're a nasty word, and you're going to be the next Hitler, see ya'!
Should I? Could I? Would I? I think I would.

On a lighter subject:
There is no lighter subject, really. I was just kidding.

---outside naked shiver lookin' blue from the coldness of the light reflected off the moon. This is how the world began. This is how the world will end.