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I think I'll need to blame the freak lightning storm outside my house, but my energy is completely messed up. My heart rate is up and I just don't feel tired.

Fortunately, it's starting to go back down, but I think that's because I smothered it with slow-paced youtube videos. (The slightly unnerving sounds emitting from my parents' bedroom might have something to do with it too, but lets ignore that section).


...Actually, let's not, I feel like talking about disturbing topics ^^

In all honesty, I am genuinely surprised that my parents have not divorced yet. They must show a lot of love for each other when none of us are around, or they have GREAT make-up sex.

I know, the thought doesn't bother me hardly at all anymore. As long as I don't walk-in on them, it's not that big a deal...In fact, it's a bit like having really old room mates these days...I wonder if that means that I have officially established an adult relationship with my parents? I'm going to get myself wasted in Reno this weekend for my 21st and it was my mom's idea, so...that sounds pretty adult. Stupid. Foolish. But legal. Yup, very adult.

Come to think of it, we've never had "the talk" in my house. Ever. It's a bit strange, but its always been a very casual part-of-life sort of philosophy, I suppose. Hell, even school had failed to give me any true insight to "the birds and the bees". For some incredibly awkward (and somewhat concerning) reason, I figured it all out on my own. No doubt, fellow peers were likely to have contributed information, but I had stumbled upon many strange things while traversing the net at the tender age of twelve, as well as a few things that the parental blocker on the TV should have caught. Granted, they made me quite sick for a little while, but I knew that it wasn't some huge, elaborate joke. Ah, the scarring of childhood...it's really fun to scar kids for life. Really.

Alright, my energy is just about out. I think that's enough awkward rambling for one night. But before I go, I think I'll sing a song in my delirium:

Coin - operated boy
Sitting on the shelf
He is just a toy.
But then I turn him on
And he comes to life.
Automatic joy.
That is why I want...a

Coin - operated boy!

Made of plastic and elastic
He is rugged and long-lasting

Who could ever, ever ask for more?
Love without complications galore!

*meanders off screen, continuing to hum the tune*
Yeah, you can't tell what's on MY mind tonight ^^