You Can Run with My Thought Wild Horsies.

Today, I come to you with no real ideas running through my head. What a way to motivate you, I know. So, anyways, I'm going to start and we'll see where I finish. *raises shot glass of lemonade* Here goes nothin', Frances. *downs the drink and wipes mouth with determination.*

When I write this blog, I play techno. When I hear techno, I think of this boy who loves techno and I also think of the church bus where I learned how to shake it. Then I think of this awful smell forming in the bowels of this church bus that no one really knows the origin. Then I crinkle my nose and go back to thinking about the boy.

I like to pretend I'm five when I'm sad. Last time I was depressed big time, I made a fort out of blankets and chairs. The time before, I watched cartoons and colored for three hours. Funny thing, when I was five, I was too busy pretending to be thirty to actually notice I was five and it was socially acceptable to be annoying. Wish I took that chance back then.

I have stopped wearing white underwear since fifth grade. I have no idea why, but I don't even touch those things. I know, you all were dying to hear about my undie phobia.

My favorite candy is from England but you can buy it anywhere--Cadbury Carmellos. Weird thing is, even if I scream that this is my favorite candy, I will ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS get candy that is my least favorite. Like Snickers and Skittles. Ew.

Today I went ultimate bargain hunting. I was a bargain poacher. People will lock me up if they discover my bargain abuse. I am Chris Brown and bargains are my Rihanna. Yes, I did just make that joke. Yes, I do know that was very politically incorrect. No, I don't really care.

Every single time I am tired, I do not picture sleeping in my own bed. Calm down perverts. I always imagine sleeping in a hotel bed and it would be raining and cartoons would be playing but I'd be dead asleep. I have no idea why this happens to me, but it does.

The voice I hear in my head when I think is the voice of Paul McCartney sing/talking in "A Day in the Life". I discovered this while riding in the car with my dad and listening to that song, when all of a sudden, I thought everyone could read my thoughts because they were singing along every word my head was saying. Then I got just how weird I truly am.

I save messages on my phone. One is my best friend saying she thinks I sing like a beast in a good way and the other is someone saying I love you for the first time.

I like the sound of feet on cement.

My new favorite song is all in French. Today, when I looked up the words in English, it made almost no sense. I also learned a cuss word.

Today I bought a phone with a curly cord. I have no home phone service, or even a phone jack. I just like pretending to get calls from the government to go on a secret mission. I also have abused my rights as a book nerd and bought three books from 1954 just to decorate my room and not read them. God, forgive me.

I saw the sister of my ex boyfriend today at Hot Topic and found out he was across the mall. In a place with giant windows. He probably saw me.