get the duct tape.

I'm falling apart. My shin is banged up because I was angry and kicked a chair. Last week. Blake punched me in the arm a few nights ago, so that's all bruising. Yesterday, while running (yes running) home from the library so I wouldn't miss Quantum Leap (it was 3rd season!), I crashlanded right in front of the door and scraped my knee and my arm. I have all these cuts on my hands and I'm just tired. Bah.

There's this kid I know at school, his name's Guy, (forrealz, that's his name.) and actually I've know him since he was a kid and he and brothers are/were in Boy Scouts together and Guy is this big smarty-pants, like this Calculus-taking, AP class kid. Way too smart. Me and Heather were hanging out in Frazier's classroom after school one day and Guy was there and suddenly, we're talking about Doctor Who and how awesome it is and Guy watches it. Then I figure out Guy watches Supernatural, too, so that's kickass, I lent him my Supernatural comic books. Now I'm trying to catch up on Supernatural epis and there's this episode named: Criss Angel Is A Douche Bag. YES FOREVER AND ALWAYS YES.