Scrambled Thoughts in In My World

I've been staring at this blank screen for about 10 minutes now trying to come up with something to write. I just don't know what to say. Honestly, I really feel like crying. There's nothing really wrong, though, I've just felt this was for a few days... Since monday. It's sort of like every little thing has built up in to something bigger. I'm happy, though. So, why do I just want to cry? I guess that's just how it works sometimes. It's like Dane Cook says: The world is just tapping on your shoulder and whispering "You're gonna cry.".

I should be working on English homework that was technically due Tuesday, but I'm not. I was going to rewrite my biology notes with pretty rainbow pens so that it was organized and so I would remember better, but I'm not. I'm just kinda laying here watching CatDog, texting Skye, and thinking way too much. I don't know what's wrong at all, I just feel like crying. Well, That and cuddling. I'm tired.

So, earlier I was looking for my drawing tablet and I couldn't find it. I posted a status about it on facebook and 1 person commented about 30 times about different places I could look (Even though I'd already looked in all those places multiple times), and another commented about how I could just draw with a pen and paper. I was really annoyed at both of them especially the comment about paper. The point was that I wanted to draw something digital. Either way it doesn't matter, I just wish I knew where my tablet was.

Today my Mother, Grandmother, Sister, Brother and I all went to the Chinese buffet near my house. It was tastey. They recently started making sushi there. In the car on the way home my sister and I were talking about various things (mostly penis related...not that you needed to know that) and for some reason my brother got really mad about it for no reason. I guess he just didn't like what we were talking about. When we got home she mentioned that the three of us are never happy all at the same time. It's always just two of us. When we were little it was mostly the two of them against me. Now it depends on the day. I guess usually it's me and my brother. It made me think. We all get along now, at least mostly. They both say they hate me more than I care to notice, still. But it's no where near as bad as it used to be. Still, it makes me think.

Words, Words, Words. I still don't know what to write about. That's probably why I've been jumping around with everything that I've already written.

I asked my sister today if she'd want to get a tattoo with me in a few months and she told me she would. I'm getting a blue butterfly that is perched on top on the Japanese Kanji for strength on my right ankle. It's a tribute to my grandfather. I also want to get either just the word love, or I love you in my moms handwriting on my wrist, but I think I may wait a couple more years for that one. Those are the only two I want for now, but I'm sure there will be more later.

I'm not sure what else to write for now, but I will try to write more later. I want to try to write at least once a day.