Running out of interesting titles...

Here I am, in the computer labs at school, listening to some classic rock, and pondering. Many things are racing through my mind: what's the thesis on that essay going to be? what should I have for lunch? when will I find time to read that book? howdid they ever come up with that killer beat? All have convelesed (arg, spelling!) into one simple thing: my crazy crazy head. But on a more serious note. Two things: my cousin, Joe is turning nineteen on the twelfth. NINETEEN! Um, is it just me, or did wake this morning on the wrong side of old?!?!?!?! I am a little freaked out by this, but I suppose it had to happen eventually. Let's see how well I shake it when it's Wes turning 19. Hahaha...I won't. Secondly, I have just finished this really good book, so I thought I would share it with all you out in blogger world. It is called Wild Dogs and it is by Helen Humphreys. I suggest you read it. It is really good. Aside from those inane, insane happenings, not much is new. My mother and I had two excellent conversations yesterday. They made my heart glad. But my dad is sick (a cold or strep throat, not sure which) which makes my heart sad. I also had a great convo with Candice, so now I feel all caught up. Now I must depart and meet Karen. (We shall hang, and then, she shall play volley ball. You volley girl, you volley like you've never volleyed before.) More strangeness yet to come.