Stream of Consciousness

Inspired by a post I read...

I don't know what to say, because I've never done this before. I usually think a lot before I write. It's as if I'm afraid that the words will kill me once they come out and I'll never be able to swallow life again unless I make the medicine myself. Lemon heads are good, even if it's kind of late at night to be eating candy. I wish I had my zune right now. I ordered it back in March, and I know that it will be coming in sometime around June. Of course, I know better than to wait for things that I don't need, because they always come. It's strange how I feel like such a different person right now. Last year, I was never so wanting of material things and asking for so much. Now, I wonder about my brain and whether I'm normal or not, even if the other half of me accepts the fact that I'm obviously weird and I love being weird because uniqueness is one of the greatest assets one can have. One would think that I would use both sides of my head to do this, but I'm actually only using one side. There's this really hot Korean guy that I saw today at the mall, but obviously I don't know his name. Still, I always tend to fall for the guys that no one else finds very hot, and I always have a soft spot for people who wear glasses. Most people wear glasses these days. My dad's calling me to go drink soup. I think I'll go very soon. That's what I always tell him. It's as if I respect my parents in every way except in reality, in which I'm always throwing my own selfish little needs before things that are infinitely more important. I'm so selfish and wanting, it crushes me when I think about it. Just now I remembered that I should be doing chores right now. Oh, shoot! Bye!