It's IMPLIED.

Somedays, I get stressed out. It's true. No surprise, right? People will be able to tell when I'm stressed. I will be either a prickly lion or a person dying from an attack of the giggles. Or, a sarcastic bastard. Who knows. Maybe you don't see it.

Today, I felt like I had two separate minds. One felt stressed out and the other was incredulous at people's audacities (does that even make sense?). Sure.

Regardless of that fact, I feel like this week is better than last weeks. Simply because I still have a little bit more energy left from the weekend of sleep I had. I am still sick, and my mom has decided that the reason my cough/cold is taking so long to go away is because of the lung contusion from my accident. Possible? Who knows. Oh, that's right - a doctor. Eh. Even then... Anyways, I sound like a boy going through puberty - my voice is just all over. At the same time, I find it fun because my voice is different.

On to newer and better things...

I am formulating a plan to get my suitemates to come to LA during the summer. We could go Disneyland, or eat churros at the Pier or at Disneyland. Doesn't it sound grandiose?

Yay!

I'm listening to Coldplay... how about you?