There's tomorrow and the rest of today (THIS IS MY 100TH POST!!!)

After I posted this post at first, I noticed this was the 100th post!! So I clicked on the little pencil thing to edit it, and now I'm writing this! So yeah. Wow. 100. That's a big number. For that special occasion, I'll do something special. How 'bout like... if you comment on this post, I will bring back a... something cool from Europe. Or do something cool. Just ask. Now, if you live in like... a place that I can't go to, then sorry. I'll just do something cool anyway. So and those comments have to be worthwhile. Not like, "This is a comment. Where's my Nutella?!?" No. Like, a good comment. That makes me smile and think you're cool. If you want. Thanks.

Ooh I need your love babe, yes you know it's true

Hope you need my love babe

Just like I need you

Hold me, love me

hold me, love me

I ain't got nothing but love babe, eight days a week

Eww. A drop of sweat just plopped down on my leg. I am just soaked. I was just out running. It was pretty fun. For some reason, I have to stop every once and a while to stretch 'cause I get cramps. Ugh. I listened to my new playlist. It was cool. I ran a little past the school and back. I have a habit of worrying about school. And that's not different this year. I think if I was going to Slauson, I wouldn't be worried hardly at all. But since I'm not, I am seriously worried. But I'm trying to get into the mindset that the grades this year DO NOT MATTER and I should just focus on having fun. Because you know what? I get one life, and why look back and see sadness and worry? Think outside the weird world of worry. I'm going to really try not to kill myself. Because there's no point to worry. I know I've said this same rant several times, but hey, I didn't make you read it. Anyway. I'm about to practice my trumpet- those lyrics up there are from one of the songs I can play. (It's called Eight Days a Week by the Beatles if you didn't know- good song)

I have the rest of today (which is about like, 10 more hours or so) and then all of tomorrow, and then some of the next day. Then I take 4 tests, half of them in a different language. Whatever. I will try my best, of course. I normally get good grades. Anyway. I'm trying to stop talking about that.

You know what's ironic? Like, seriously- what happened today proved that optimism works (like, stuff turns out alright) and that life can be SO IRONIC it like HURTS. Well, ok not really. It doesn't actually cause physical pain, but - ok I'll just shut up and tell you what happened.

While I was sitting outside on our porch eating breakfast with my mom, I mentioned that I wanted to order 2 books (Breaking Dawn and the 4th Maximum Ride) and she said she had sent over a box of good books from our house, and they would've come by now, so they're probably lost or stolen, she said. So I thought, "Oh. That sucks," because it did. But guess what happened? I bet you can guess. It's really quite obvious.

A little bit after that conversation, my mom went downstairs after hearing the door ringer thingy. I heard her talk to this like person and then say thanks. And then she brought this big white bag into the room and said "This really nice guy just carried up my heavy bag of books!" So then I opened the bag, and there were the books she sent over. Wow. Just.... wow. I mean, do you guys see how incredibly ironic that is? That she just magically brought the fact up that her books hadn't come, and then in the SAME DAY they came. That is like... freaky. So anyway.

I'mago practice my trumpet. I enjoy doing that. I sort of always did like playing trumpet, but sometimes it just got boring. I've also been listening to a lot of music (as usual) and lip-synching. Lip-synching is like a second nature for me. I want to make music videos. If you think that's stupid, too bad. It's fun.

It's weird; somehow almost all of my posts get to be like many paragraphs. I dunno why. Perhaps I write a lot. Oh, and also I've been writing down lists of like my top ten favorite guitarists. I'll probably post it on here sometime.

As always, thanks for reading my blog. Comments are appreciated of course.

Hope your summer has been better than mine. Mine was pretty much a waste after July 1st. Sigh.

Oh my gosh- my mom just got the New Yorker. That is surprising because she changed her address and they actually sent it. Amazing! Yeah ok. It has a cool cover, as always. A teal-ish pool with people in it. They cost $4.50. I'm going to stop now. I should probably take a shower sometime today. Again.

I'm going to leave with this note: I just now remembered that I used to like to smell my dad's sweaty armpits. I'm serious. I LIKED that smell. I think I do still. How's that for gross?

And no I'm not saying jk.