Where the Heck Am I Going With This Post?

GWAAAHH!!!
I feel semi-proud of myself for even using that word. It just expresses my feelings ever-so well at this moment. So, I don't quite know what to think about this week. We have Fall Break Thursday and Friday, which is great and all, you know, not having school. But my family decided we need more hikes and outdoorsiness in place of my supposed to be relaxing break. So yes, we're going to Arches National Park. It's great and all, and arches will be pretty and such, but . . . We went to Zion's during Spring Break, and we haven't had a major break since then, (Besides Summer) so I'm not quite sure what to think. I really just want a do-nothing break. But no, we get to go hiking! :D (I'm acting enthusiastic just to pep myself up a little bit)

Blast. It's already 6:30.

So, I have somewhat of a dilemma I would like to be explained. It seems that the less sleep I get, the better I feel. I'm happier, I have more energy, I'm completely awake and feel FANTASTIC! But! The more sleep I get, I feel JUST the opposite. I'm dead tired, very depressed, and too energy-less to perform basic tasks such as breathing and blinking. I just sit there looking rather cadaverous and life-less. It seems as though you'd expect somebody to pick me up and place me in a coffin, take me off to a cemetery, and bury me dead, but not dead. Oh, nevermind. That was too long. I honestly don't know why I put that in there. There. My dilemma.
EXPLAIN!

BLAST IT ALL TO HECK! I NEED A MILKSHAKE! When will the weather warm up just at least TWO degrees so I can EARN MY MUNEEEZ!?

I feel quite juvenile considering I spelled "moneys" "muneeeez." Mature, Brett. Real mature. (Did I just spell "muneeeez" with one too many e's? Hmm....I did.)

GUESS WHAT? Franz Ferdinand is Scottish. Just thought I'd let you know that.

I'm trying to convert people into the blogging world, hoping to be a little bit more sociable than I usually am. I tell people they should start writing on a blog, like I do, and they usually just give me a cold stare, a stare that says "Who the heck are you? Go die." It gives the heebie-jeebies. I sorta just waddle off hoping I didn't offend the person TOO much. Goodness gracious! Geez.....

I feel like such a hipster trying to talk to other people about music, and all they seem to know is Bruno Mars, Usher, and Skrillex. I'm just like....die. Then again, we live in Utah, where 90% of the population don't know ANYTHING about music, so I'm average, and I guess I shouldn't worry too much about it. I just wish Utah would stop being so............weird.

Great Gandhi. Tomorrow's a B-day. That means I have Japanese! But I also have Chemistry AND Math, right before Japanese. Darg.

I hope we have an assembly sometime soon. I just want to miss school a lot. It would be awesome. So awesome I might just burn a chicken on fire and cover it's family in grape jelly and proceed to insert flash drives into their wings. (That just gave me a very strange image. I'm pretty sure I just scared myself for the first time ever)

So I started Therapy again last week, and I'm not quite sure what to think about it. Of course, it's at the LDS family center. (Go figure) And my therapist is hearing-disabled, so it's kind of awkward when I'm pouring my heart out and crying my eyes out, and she stops me and says, "Sorry, what did you say? I didn't quite catch that last sentence." I'm just another project. Awesome. I mean, I know she's TRYING to be sincere, but is just still shows that she's trying to follow a checklist and go by with what she's read in her little depression guidebook.

When will I find peace?

Until then, I'll just be sitting here. Wanting a milkshake.