You Promise Me Starry Night Skies

There is not a lot I like more than a refreshing glass of milk. I have been doing some research in the past two minutes about the benefits of milk. One, as we all know, is that it does a body good by providing copious amounts of calcium to help build strong bones and teeth. When a body reaches about 11 years of age it starts a full on growth spurt that usually lasts between four and six years. But even after growth spurts stop the bones still continue to grow for ten years. So, I guess it is normal for me - an 18 year old - to still have growing pains. I remember the first time I experienced a growing pain. I was at my aunt's old house (F.Y.I. - My aunt used to live on Sesame Street and I am not kidding) jumping on her exerise trampoline when they attacked in both my legs. It was horrible. And now, eight years later, I still have them like the ones in my left shoulder right now.

It wouldn't be so bad, but I am also experiencing some horrible pains in my spine and wrist right now. But I am much better off than I was yesterday night. I was at Emily's house and it felt like I was harboring a family of excitable kidney stones. I decided I should call my mom to see what her diagnosis would be and she came to the conclusion that the muscles on the side of my stomach were "spasming." I put that in quotations because "spasming" is not a word. It's spazzing if anything. Anywhom, for those of you who aren't aware of my mother's personality, she told me this many, many times. I get it, I'm spasming. When my mom got home today my mom proceeded to tell me AGAIN that my muscles were just spasming. And, in case I didn't know what a spasm was she demonstrated what it would look like if her hands were spazzing. Sometimes I don't think my mother knows I am of decent intelligence. I don't want to say my mother is stupid, because she isn't. It's more like she's illogical. Let's think of some examples, shall we?

A. We got a new phone recently because my brother broke our other one (which now sounds like a Walkie-Talkie if used). The new phone is vair, vair static-y. But, in my opinion, since she doesn't want to buy ANOTHER phone she just simply denies that she hears it. Our old phone sounds better! That's just plain crazy.
B. To add to the prior example. One morning not too very long ago I awoke to the sound of the phone ringing, so I dash down the stairs and run to grab the phone. Why a telephone can control me like that, I do not know. So I grab the phone, and even though I am in a race with the answering machine and I am very groggy, I am tres perceptive and notice that my mother has put the old phone in the new phone's charger. Aside from the obvious reason why this is not logical, it should have also tipped her off that the charger is a least one size to big for the old phone to fit into.
C. I don't know how many years I have owned a Discman. I never listen to my music quiet. Anyone within the general vicinity of me can always tell what I am listening to. For YEARS I have been telling my mother that when my headphones are on and she can hear my music I CANNOT HEAR HER! For YEARS I have been yelling at her to ATTEMPT to FOR ONCE get this point across, but it never registers with her. I can sit in the car with her for thirty minutes all the while she is talking (incessantly), and I'm listening to my music. I, honestly and truly, cannot for the life of me figure out for the life of me why she does not understand!

I could go on but since this is kind of like the grim outlook on my future I don't want to think about it. If that's what it's like to be old then I don't want it.
At the end of the day, though, I still like my mother. She's an alright gal.

My new obsession is hellogoodbye. They remind me of PANIC! at the Disco in that they also have that dancey vibe going on, but they don't sound very much like them. At least, not to my ears. Right now I am listening to Dear Jamie. It's so pretty. Listening to their music is so weird because I don't have a lot of music that revolves around love - LET ME FINISH - that's positive. It always makes me think about the fact that I've almost lived two decades and I've never had a boyfriend or a kiss. I always read those Post Secret things that say "I'm 15 and I've never been kissed. Is something wrong with me??!?!?!!?" I'm way past 15; is there something wrong with me?!?!?!?!?! Not that I'm wallowing, it's just a thought.

Speaking of Post Secret, another new obsession of mine is ljsecret. Although the majority of them are insanely ridiculous (and insanely made up), there's just something about them that draws me in. It's always fun to read one that you can relate to. Like the one that said I cry if I miss 11:11 because that is just so me. Except it would be if it were 12:34 because that's my favorite time of day, in the am or pm - LIKE IT IS RIGHT NOW! Also, except I wouldn't cry. Because of ljsecret I have found Fall Out Boy Secret. At first I was totally all for it because I love Fall Out Boy more than I love Leave it to Beaver. But then I started reading them and I realized there are some people out there that need to be locked up. The people who swear they are going to marry one of the members should know that they are automatically out of the running for posting that. The only one I read that I thought was half-way interesting was also hysterical. It was that Joe looks like Clinger from M*A*S*H! I died laughing because he TETOTALLY DOES! Ha ha ha ha. It was great. Made my day. And now I am going to post my Fall Out Boy Secret even though it won't be much of a secret. So maybe I should call it my Shameful Fall Out Boy Indulgence:

I name my Zookeepers on Zoo Tycoon after the members of Fall Out Boy.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

And you thought it was going to be juicy.

I guess Kelli WON'T talk to me online tonight.