I'll be your number one with a bullet.

Dear Fall Out Boy, please go back to your old self. Sigh.

Anyway, last night was probably one of the most boring nights of my life, and I really do mean it. The whole rant I had with myself about destiny and how each little thing we do has the ability to change your whole life made me realize I needed to start doing some crap with my life. I couldn't sing because my dad was in the house, but I hadn't been able to really sing with soul lately. Then, I took the cover off of my piano and tried playing, but everything just frustrated me. Minutes after, I walked into the living room and picked up November, but I couldn't seem to even WANT to strum her. I started doing homework, but gave up when I didn't get it because of my absence. And then I took out my drawing pad and started sketching something - I don't know what - and ended up snapping my sketch pencil in half. It still works though, haha. I even went to the kitchen and started throwing things off the shelves, thinking of something to cook or bake, but we ran out of real milk... so there goes just about every desert I know how to make and I wasn't going to start using the chocolate soy milk we had left. I swear, I couldn't do ANY of the things I used to love to do yesterday. All that kept popping up in my mind was to run away and go shopping or something. Most. Boring. Night. Of. My. LIFE. Seriously. I ended up watching reruns of The Suite Life of Zack and Cody! Ugh.