Chad

I hate it when... ...something that's not a finger pokes my back. ...anyone besides my best friend nudges my shoulder. ...my dad makes me store away my stuffed toy panda whose name is Phoebe because my dad thinks carrying her around is insane. ...I think too much... it's like pineapple juice is flooding my brain. :wacko: ...I don't know what I would like to do. My mind would fly to nowhere and it would be so hard to get it back that I need a fishing rod. ...I become a worrywart. Wargh. My head is bleeding from thinking too much. I need a vaccuum cleaner, and then maybe a straitjacket. ...guys around me always think that I'm gonna blow them. ...I can't concentrate because I have the attention span of an orange.