Deep Thoughts (with my usual humor)

You know when you like totally want something else to happen, and then since you're so bored you start think about the 'what ifs?'
First your like...
1. "What if I were to dare to say hello to some random person I haven't talked to all year even though they go to my school."
But then you go through so many 'what ifs' that you go deep, so your all like...
2. "What if I were to die right now? Would my life be complete? Would I be satisfied?"
Wow, if that doesn't blow your mind right there, then just wait till you start answering them.
1. "I would probably be mortified because I don't know the person and I'm suddenly talking to them and they think I'm a freak."
And then...
2. "Yes, I think my life would be totally complete. Even if I never talk to that person, or the person never talks to me, or if I never get a job or if I never do this or that, I would still be satisfied. Why? Because my life isn't terrible, but nor is it really great. I mean, I'm not totally looking forward to doing this or that, and so it's not something I have to do."
That's deep, dude. Real deep.
And why was I thinking this? Because I'm sitting on a bus with about 100 other people around me who are really loud and I'm listening to my ipod to shut them out, but that never seems to work. And you know what? Right when I'm thinking the whole 'what if i die right now' thing, my leg is almost run over by my mom in a car and I don't even flinch. Is something wrong with me? Or maybe school is killing me... great. Just when I thought I'd die a cool death right? Like a severe low of diabetes or something, but nope! I just had to get the death by school. My life is great right?
You atleast like reading right? Because then you would hate reading this blog if you didn't? But your reading, so you must like reading, but that's just a guess. You could just be reading this 'cause your bored, or your looking for encouragement or you love my awesome sense of humor. (Ya know, because I'm chauk full of that stuff.)
An hour later after...
Anyway, just wanted to point out that if you like this blog you probably like reading. (But I still think it's my sense of humor that makes you read this.) And that I'm trying to write a book (still in lots of progress) and I'm willing to post a couple passages. My best friend is the only one who's read as much as I've written and I'm determined to keep it a little secret incase I deside to maybe get it published. (Maybe.) And if anyone would like that, well, comment if you can. If you can't, I'll just go ahead and post anyway!
Brought to you by your beloved blogger,
Annie

5 Months

You'd think I was 5 months old by the title, but it has been 5 months since I've started my new life. I had my first meltdown in months yesterday. I was doing so well and then... WHAM!... I suddenly crashed. People say you get better and the meltdowns get less, and they're right, but when they do come, its like an atomic bomb hit your poor shotted stomache and like you have a knife slicing through your head at lightning speed! (Emphasis on the lightning speed, because the meltdown comes fast!)
Anyway! Grades came in... yay. I think it was a 3.2? 3.1 maybe. Whatever it was, it wasn't failing right? So that's a bonus. Not happy about having to go through another Quarter, but hopefully I'll live. (I mean, if school killed me, that'd be a pretty sad death. It's like, "How'd you die?" and I would say "School killed me." and they would be like, "That's pathetic, my death was I was on a secret mission for the Academy of Secret Agent-ness and a ninja attacked me from behind with this gigantic macheti and I dodged but then he swung down with his macheti on my head and I slowly snuffed out of my life." I would feel pretty stupid. Yup, humiliation, even in heaven. Sucks.) So hopefully, school doesn't kill me, but you know, school is unpredictable with all the homework they give, even on weekends. It's all like, "Yay! No homework for the weekend!" and then you go to math class and it's "pg. 449 #2-22even, 32-48all, 60, 61" and of course they are all the questions with "a, b, c, d, e, f, etc." and then you hate your weekend and try to put it off and then you fail the class! Thanks a lot Algebra!!
And of course you can never ever trust your home anyway. When you get home as a diabetic, your habit is to check your blood sugar. It doesn't matter how you're feeling, you go into the kitchen, get all your little blood testing stuff out and prick your finger... again! And then you feel stupid because your blood is like a perfect 100 and you totally poked yourself for no reason. Ugh, sometimes life is just cruel!
Well, gotta go. Math homework, hey! What I tell ya?
Adios from the Planet Annie (or I'm probably a country, I'm not large enough to be my own planet, so I'll be the Country Annie! How does that sound?)