I seem to enjoy getting worked up over certain human beings.
Actually, I hate getting worked up over people but it's instinctual.

I do have life plans and well defined goals and I'm damn well going to reach it or I'll end up hating myself. That much I know is true. Also, I hope the people I know and love now are there with me when I give myself a pat on the back for being more than awesome.

By the way, mirrors in front of beds are scary.
Speaking of mirrors, I'd stare at my reflection all day if I thought nobody was watching.

My hair is really nice today. I've been flipping it over shoulder and saying "Psheaaaaaa..." because it sounds really funny.