This was meant for yesterday

You ever wake up in the morning and just feel good? I don't mean feel good because something happened the night before or because you know something is gonna happen today, but good for no apparent reason. You get up, eat your breakfast, whatever that may be (for me that's frozen waffles and I mean frozen!) and read the paper. Then, despite the random twinges in your neck, you get ready for work. You hop in your truck (or car :P) and roll down the window while you listen to a mix at full blast. You do some singing and even a little car dancing cuz hey, you feel good and who cares what they think. I don't get it, but why should I have to? I've felt extremely guilty the past couple days all because I wanted to see if a DIY (do it yourself) method of tattooing actually worked. I swear to god, I am never looking up any DIYs ever again because I'll be stupid enough to try them and then I'll have to live with the consequences. The thing is, I figured out how to give myself semi-permanent tattoos several years ago but they never lasted as long as I wanted. My mother would see them and roll her eyes but as long as they eventually disappeared she didn't care. Well, I thought maybe this would work in a similar fashion since my old method was quite similar, but that they'd last longer. I'm pretty sure it worked but now I don't know if it'll ever go away. It was pain free though and it's not swollen or anything bad so as far as that goes I'm good. I dunno. But seriously, DIYs are gonna kill me. Damn. That's a mood killer... that and sitting in an almost empty office because your boss decided to give himself the day off but had you come in anyway even though you can't do anything unless he's there!!! So stupid. Oh well, so it goes right? The way the cookie crumbles and whatnot? Stupid thing is staring me in the face, "Susan! Can I get a slice of cake in here please? I'm starving!"

Didn't really happen, though I wouldn't mind some cake right now... Speaking of food, that's one way I can justify my self-diagnosed OCD, well, other than the fact that I count my steps while running sprints at basketball practice, but I'll save that for a different day. I have pictures too. Actually, OCD would probably help explain why I had to see whether or not the tattoo thing worked; or maybe that's just an excuse. I'm feeling good again, like maybe today won't turn out to be boring as hell! OR maybe it will. I have no life, none at all. I can't wait to go to college next year.