"Mmmmm, sharp."

Wow. So close, yet so far.
But I'm not gonna go into that. It's probably my fault anyway.
I went to my grandparents house on Sunday after church. They started asking us kids what we wanted to do. Career-wise. They took Emily seriously. And Jason too, even though he has no idea what he's going to do. Not me, though. I want to be in a band. Dismissed. Whatever. "Teens find it glorifying to be in a band." In others words, get a real job. Hello, I'm not out for stardom. In case you haven't noticed, I'm shy. I don't like being in the spotlight unless it's with people I know and am comfortable with. If it's for anyone's "glory" it's not mine. That's why I don't like talking to people about what I want to do with my life.
I actually gave someone the impression I wanted to be clinically insane when I grow up. No, I just want to live in an insane asylum when I'm old and retired.
I'll probably pass the test with flying colors. Screaming "Hello!" while looking at my bare feet...
I'm having a party tomorrow. With guitars and chocolate-covered poprocks. But it'll probably rain.