Sometimes, it's fun to just wear purple tights, short shorts, a fancyish striped sweater, and houndstooth heels, pose in the bathroom mirror, and say, "That's right. I'm sexy. I'm curvaceous. You wish you had me. Too bad for you, suckers. You know why? Cuz I am SEX-AY." But then I just wished that I could have been Sexy, the personification of the TARDIS' soul. I just watched that episode and it was beautiful and sad and I was just so happy that she stole the Doctor and that they got to talk and that the first time he saw her he told her she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever known and that while she hardly ever took him where he wanted to go she always took him where he needed to go and--
Yeah. Anyway.
My mother made me lick two 9 volt batteries to see if they were alive, since apparently every child MUST experience this. She took away MY NEW COPY OF PAPER TOWNS SIGNED BY JOHN HIMSELF THAT KRISTA GOT FOR ME (I'M JUST REALLY EXCITED) until I would lick them. She also laughed at me when I told her the reasons I deemed a boy dateable today. Child abuse.
Anyway.
Should I march baritone next year? Should I try out for drum major? Should I be this happy due to the fact that Bradan is practically a girl?
So much to think about, too late at night (what with waking up at, you know, FOUR FIFTEEN IN THE MORNING).
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