My tummy has butterflies in it, and I have no idea why. I want to get in touch with Alex, and I tried to and it make me feel really excited. It's weird, because I've never gotten butterflies over him like this, it's funny. I think I'm just afraid to talk to him, for some reason? I'm an idiot, that's the reason.

I love Rammstein. And I love them even more since they collaborated on a song with Tatu. I will reiterate this statement as much as possible because it's FUCKING GREAT. I want to listen to more German music. Mostly more German Industrial and rap. My foot is falling asleep, noooo! Quick...Must get sledgehammer. I hate how I write, now. It is so annoying. Probably because I don't get as depressed anymore, so I have nothing to write about. I can't dissect my feelings. Yep, that's probably the reason why.

Now, onto another subject:One of my rats had babies, and it's being a fucking bitch. I was changing it's water, and it dug it's fucking teeth into me. I mean, it wanted to take a chunk out of me. I pulled my hand away, and it would not let go. It could've escalated into one of those scenes that you see in comedies, where the hamster or cat sinks its claws and teeth into the persons arm, and they're flailing about, et cetera et cetera. It freaked me out. So when her babies leave, I'm getting rid of her as well. I just want Lucy, because she kicks ass and doesn't try to run away when I pick her up, and bite me, and get pregnant. The base phalange of the finger next to my pinky is all swollen looking, now. I hope I don't get rabies..It'll be like that story I just read..Where he goes crazy and tries to shoot his wife, and then she shoots and kills him out of defense...Because he had rabies. And he couldn't drink water. What a fucker.

Um, wow, what a concept...Smoking weed out of a bong meant for smoking meth...? I am so confused, especially since I've never heard of a meth bong. Whatever. Yeah, that was also a strange topic to switch to. My friend told me that he did that, just now. I'm so glad that I am, for the most part, sober. Smoking weed anymore is just punishing myself. I miss it, but it's for the best that I quit. I've been feeling really dumb, lately, though. When I write, the quality seems to keep declining. Maybe it's withdrawal that I'm going through, but I'd figured that I would've gone through that a few months ago...Hmm.

I use those fucking things too often. Confused? Refer to title of entry.