Okay, as many of you know (and Hannah can guarantee), I love sleep and sleep for a long long time if I can. I got up at 6:30 AM (AM, PEOPLE!), and not only am I not tired, I'M IN A GOOD. FUCKING. MOOD. I've been sitting for the past hour playing Deep Peace and singing to myself, and it's simply been an excellent day so far. I even VOLUNTEERED to make my little brother his lunch and follow him to school (which I'll be doing once I'm done writing this journal.)


Something is very very wrong with this day, dear watchers. It feels like Death is throwing me a bone before I collapse from exhaustion or spontaniously combust.

I'm watching you, good day. With my own two peepers.

Update: I wrote a short song, in occasion of this weird phenomenon. Keep in mind that I basically wrote this as I went along, and because today's so awesome, I don't feel like polishing it one bit.

I'm in a very good mood
everything's right
I even got some food
Everything's just swell
Even though I know I'm going to Hell

Life just keeps handing me lemons
That I chuck, chuck, chuck at the people below
I laugh in your face, starving African boy
'Cause today I'm feeling rather mellow

I'm fine

The sun's in the sky
I'm having a great time
No, it's not a lie
I actually got up around 6:30 AM
I think it might be cancer
Or a buttprobing from an alien

I'm fine, 'cause

Life just keeps handing me lemons
That I squash, squash, squash and turn into goo
And now I'm sitting here infront of the TV
Watching old reruns of Scooby Doo

I'm really doing fine, people

The store opens up, I'm about to go there
But first I gotta coam my own hair
Being a Metalhead sucks in that area
But today I do not care
I'll coam till I bleed out of there

Life just keeps handing me lemons
That I throw, throw, throw at wheelchair-bound kids
And now I'm running around with a pair of pliers (Spelling?)
Removing old people's eyelids

I'm doing finer than fine, I'm doing bag-tastic!

I'm feeling fine today
Feel like I could walk for miles
Just to see you smile
Feel like I could fly to an isle
And become the leader of a cannibal tribe
I'm definitely feeling the vibe

I'm fine!

(C:ENTER:### = See colon, enter colon, pound pound pound xDDD)

(Infinity is impossible for the human mind to grasp. Kinda funny that all of you that have tried to imagine it have finally met a barrier of the mind, a roadblock you cannot get past.)