Here's to the crazy ones. Namely, me.

Here's to the crazy ones.
The misfits. The rebels.
The troublemakers. The round
pegs in the square holes - the
ones who see things differently.
They're not fond of rules and
they have no respect for
the status quo. You can praise
them, disagree with them,
quote them, disbelieve them,
glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing that you
can't do is ignore them.
Because they change things.

- Jack Kerouac

I had a very, very interesting day.
It started horribly, with me waking up at 1:30p to my mother telling me I needed to go pick my sister up, but since I didn't have the van I needed to get my father to come to Spring Hill, get me, and drive back to work so I could drive to IHS and get my sister, then take her to a psych appointment in Brentwood. So everything was fine and dandy and then I got lost. Very lost. Extremely, horribly, terribly lost. I eventually got my sister to her appointment, but only after an hour of driving all the way up to Nashville after I missed a turn and her getting mad at me for singing. Oh, it was lovely. She actually grabbed my iPod and threw it at me, yelling, "FUCK YOU BITCH!" It was shocking, to say the least. Of course, when I finally left to go back to Franklin, I got stuck in rush hour. Basically, IT WAS AWFUL.

Thank the Lord, though, Aaron asked me to hang out with him and Caitland, which was really awesome. :) We watched (some people would call it stalking, but whatever) pretty boys at the mall, then chilled at Starbucks for awhile. It was good to finally talk. Really talk.

Then the drive home. . . Oh dear.
I got lost.
Really, really, really lost.

On my way back from Cool Springs, I took a wrong turn and ended up in Columbia. In my defense, though, it was dark and rainy! And my windows kept fogging up! I can't help that I'm so hot! I eventually found my way home, though, so it was all good. Even though I used like half a tank of gas just today.

I'm now sitting with my father, reading FML while he watches trailers for upcoming scary movies.

My life is weird. Very, very weird.