Your Fingers Hit the Ceiling, Now there's Glitter Everywhere

So, what's all this about?

I don't know. I'm sure you don't either. I know very few things for absolute truth. Those things that I know for sure, I hold onto very tightly.

I don't know though.

I wish I did.

What if I were French? Or made sense? Or what would happen if just once I got excited over something and did NOT make the most ridiculous sound you've ever hear?

I mean...these are things to ponder. These are not very interesting things to ponder, but they are ponderable nonetheless.

I get into stupid conversations, and I've been told I'm blunt. People seem to tolerate me still though, so I suppose that I'm not doing too poorly.

You know, I confuse myself quite a bit. I say things that I don't mean to, I say things that make less than no sense. I wonder if maybe I was slipped some drugs that completely damaged my brain. But really, my brain is probably my own fault. I wish it weren't so, but I think it is.

I'm really crazy, dears. It's true.

College made me this way. Society has ruined me.

Had they just let me live in the country with sheep and goats and chickens and pigs and cats and cows and vegetables and my Bible....

I may not be acting like this.

I have my Bible, so I am functioning.

But really, I feel like I could be a case study that you will be analyzing soon. I've just about cracked.

Gone mad.

But I can still pretend to dance, and pretend to do useful things. However, in reality I am just wondering what is going.

I know what is going on, but what is really going on?

Ok, this is getting way more than ridiculous. I'm off to bed. If I can remember where I put it.