the art of falling and laughing

I had crazy dreams last night (as usual). Waking up without being able to go back to sleep because the music in my head was too loud is not good when you're tired. Blah.

Hey, world! I start school in a handful of days and by George, I want to go out and look cute and wear makeup before that fateful/dreadful temporary end to my social life. How dare America play the mother role and tell me where I'm not allowed to hang out just based on my age. Pish posh. Life is so trivial. I wish I was Daenerys and instead of worrying about college and careers I was worrying about taking back the Kingdom that rightfully belonged to my family and about raising those three dragons I just hatched. In a fire. That I came out of completely unscathed. Fuck.