I feel pretty random.

I think I'm going to go home and paint my nails a strange blue color (with glitter, of course) because I have nothing better to do.

Have you ever just kind of been sitting, doing nothing, and then realized that you're annoyed just by someone sitting next to you? It's a funny feeling, because even if they're not doing anything, the fact that they're breathing and existing there is... agitating. But funny because it's agitating. I can put my finger exactly on what it is about said person that's hilariously funny, and thus annoying.

Okay, we all know who I'm talking about anyway, which will serve to amuse some, namely just about everyone I've told who also shares my sentiment that 'said person' is crazy, misconstrued and strange in an off putting manner.

The fact that 'said person' doesn't have the brains or balls to speak (because 'said person' is a scared mouse of a boy who likes to read over my shoulder) is annoying. He'll sit and stare and not speak a word because he's not eloquent or brave enough to know what to say. I find it pathetic in the most sickening sense. I can't respect anyone who would rather torture themselves with silence than endure a few uncomfortable moments of awkward speech, but hell, don't we all have to do that at some point in our lives?

Spence feels less of a person to me now than ever. I think I want him to go away, like, forever, which is empowering, but I don't even feel like he deserves me wasting my breath if he can't even get himself up to utter a word to me. It's sad, but somehow hilarious. I don't know. *Giggles.*