Okjay, so, If I haven't mentioned before, I live in an apartment building.
So just a second ago, I was watching "16 & Pregnant" on MTV, Drinking teas and eating strawberries+bananas. So, all of a sudden, there's this FUCKING LOUD-ASS sound that sounds exactly like a gunshot.

So I fucking RAN upstairs to my parents room, and my dad's at the top of the stairs, because he was gonna come check on me, and I said "W-What was that?" and he says "I don't know, but it sounded like a gunshot."

So, he goes to look out the window of the spare room, and I go into my parents room to see my mom.

And Then it happens again, the sound, but it sounds like it's coming out of their window instead. So I start screaming and crying, and she tells me to sit on the bed, so I do, and she hugs me.

I have post-traumatic syndrome from when I got a firework shot up my foot. (Someone was stupid enough to put FIREWORKS under a PORCH when I was like 7.)

So my dad goes out and we find out it's our LANDLORD shooting fireworks from the fucking DRIVEWAY.


Anyway, since I've got that stupid post-traumatic, I HATE lightning, I HATE thunder, I HATE fireworks, and I HATE guns.




Like, seriously, I started SOBBING once when I was with Randy downtown when it started thundering.




... Anyway, I like Vanessa Carlton.

The singer.

I like her songs "Ordinary Day" and "White Houses" SO much.


And "Heroes and Theives" sounds like a shitty half-ass karaoke.