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I traded in my social life for a paycheck.

I've no idea how I feel about that.

All I know is I have a desk, a notebook, a computer, a list of things to do, and a few crazy ideas.

Last night, it was late. I was up thinking about life, and writing in my journal. Then I had a thought. It went as follows : "What if I wrote a letter to [insert boy's name here] confessing all my secret feelings for him and posted it on my blog? Then sent him a link via text message?" That thought just proves my theory that I am crazy. Even that was a crazy thought for midnight. Basically, I have no social life at the moment. Can you tell?

I feel the need for a snowcone extravaganza.  Soon.