journal entry #39

my cat is really crazy. she really is. she runs through the house and crashes into stuff and then keeps on running for no apparent reason. she also barks at the birds and meows weird when another cat comes by. it is probably a way of friendly communication. i dont know, and i really dont care. dude, i want an eggroll. all of my thoughts today are coming out jumbled and discombobulated, to the point tha i cannot hold a thought for more than a few seconds. i am now listening to u2, and i love it. theyt are another of my favorite bands. there is one genre of music that i do not like, and that is anything to do with country. i hate it with all of my might, and that i swhy i listen to it everyday, so i can remember why i hate it. i look at my picture of my ex so i can remember not to make the same mistakes again. reminiscent of that, i need to change my profile. i wote alot of hate to my ex, i still hate to say her name. it is amanda brown, and that is the worst words that can come out of my mouth, worse than any swear you could ever say. i really hate her, i think and now i am in the mood to write some poetry, so that i swhat i am going to do, because i dont care what i am supposed to do.