Too many words, too little sense

Too many words. TOO MANY. I've read so much in the past week or so that my brain is leaking out of my eyes. It's worse than the one time I read my dad's old copy of Count of Monte Cristo, which is tiny and has dictionary-letter sized font. I read 300 pages of Anna Karenina and another 100 of Gibbon, plus all the little shorter readings in between from things like Sewell and also that one book I've been reading about the third apocalypse.

Speaking of the apocalypse, I'm not really into the whole 2012 thing, mostly because as awesome as the Mayans were, I predict that when they said "End of the world" they meant "Coming of the Transformers". I translate this as 'If you're really unlucky, you'll either turn into Shia LeBeouf or a giant robot will fall on you. Otherwise you're set.'

I know, I'm probably being really incoherent right now. Proof of my poor physical health as an excuse: if I put two fingers on my closed eyelid, I can feel something pulsing really fast and spastically. It's probably some twitching blood vessels or something (aka I HAVE NO IDEA WHY). But hey, in my brain-dead haze, let me say this! As proven by the last post, I like myself. But I like you guys too, O Semi-Visible Readers!

And also the rest of my friends. Even though they won't see this, so that's moot (which is pretty much the best word ever, because even though it's legitimate, it totally looks like an Internet word: mo0t).

Anyways, I do like you guys, even though it probably doesn't seem like it much anymore. I'm not at my nicest at school, for pretty obvious reasons--none of us are at our best, and while for some people that just means being quietly less happy, I opt for the anti-social brat personality. Let me reassure you all that you are excellent and make me happier than miserable, no mean feat. You are all fine folks, and if you were on a reality TV show I would text in to vote for you even though I NEVER EVER TEXT.

And then I'd laugh a bit, because I feel like if there's one thing nobody wants brought up at reunions or ever, it's their stint on a reality TV show. I mean, they're meant to be entertaining and therefore give people certain edits to make them look like nerds or bitches or total nuts. But really, do you think they're quite that nuts in person? I'm guessing more than half are just acting that way under pressure. The rest ARE nuts, and I hope to stay far away from them.

Wow, I'm blathering. Blather blather blather. This is why it's a good thing I don't have Twitter. All my Tweets (and I am not the sort of person who tweets...I prefer a more savage bird-call) would be like this. Sporadic and off-topic and not only boring, but about as coherent as "Someone set up us the bomb!"

P.S. If you don't get the reference, I cry for your soul. You are going to Nerd Hell unless you click here. And even if you do get the reference, I'm sure you'll click it anyways, because who can resist?