nothing's gonna change my brain... nothings gonna change my brain... DESPITE THEIR TRYING.

thanks for all those pleasant thoughts that float around my mind like debris caught in a storm.... I am learning how to play Across the Universe on my piano, so I have been singing verses in the tune of it to Sippy (my cat), including my math homework and my thoughts on subjects... "pornographic images sit on my worksheets from my health class as they are crumpled in my backpack"... think of the three year olds... yep. my sister dreads looking forward to sex ed next year... meh. another verse: "why do they assign me so much work that can't really take me far if I take up a rare profession"(math homework)... even though I'm some what good at math... trust me, I couldn't stand sitting at a computer all day doing the same thing every single day of my life... nah, maybe something creative... like an artist or musitian or something... maybe a writer even... if I can unjumble my mind so my writing dosent sound like c-CUSTARD SAUCE! my self, mentally and phisically drastically changed when I was about 8-10 years old, and shifted back to normal during age 11... exept I've been much darker than when I was a young child, but that may go away some time SLIGHTLY, I've changed my background of my desktop image from navy to AQUA! (I have a picture of Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band now and it went better with it)

I remember someone asked me if they were wearing fake mustaches... NOPE. THEY'RE REAL. PAUL WITH FACIAL HAIR!!! =D! (who's the pretty one now? well, he still looks a bit like a girl...)  so, last night's dream was something depressing... I listened to the Beatles again while I went to sleep a bit.. oh yeah, all I remembered was that (young) Paul met this kid named Thomas who kept on nearly drowning and each time Paul saved him by putting this air mask thing on him, until the kid finally told Paul that he was trying to commit suicide and Paul tried to talk him out of it but finally let the kid choose, and when the kid went underwater Paul stuck the mask on him again, being underwater this time making it filled with water, I don't know why Paul did, maybe for old time's sake, but then after Paul walks away the kid changes his mind but couldn't take the mask off, and dies anyways. oh Paul...  well, anyways... I continued my drawing of the guy in pink over there in the picture (I just LOVE how it goes short, taller, taller tallest and oldest, younger, younger, youngest at the same time!) and he's going MUCH BETTER THAN GEORGE. well, I'd love to post more, but I need to get some sleep... AND I'M 4587 DAYS OLD!!! =D