I have a cupcake hangover (which means I had two cupcakes last night: they made me hyper and sleeping has obviously not dispelled the effects) so this is sort of going to be an ADD blog.

Right now, it just started raining so hard!! I wanted to play in it with Brittany, but it’s kind of early to be playing in the rain. It’s so sad because it’s such perfect rain for playing in.

See what I mean?

Kaileigh and I just saw a squirrel stuck in a trash can while we were coming back from breakfast. We heard this noise, like claws scratching metal (sorry I couldn’t make it more imaginitive than that), and we see the poor squirrel attempting to jump out of the trash can. We could have watched it for hours probably if it hadn’t rescued itself after about a minute. I was kind of tempted to help it escape by taking out the trash bag or something, but scared squirrel=dangerous squirrel.  I don’t care how small he is, he could still scratch scars down my face. And the poor thing, when it got out, it’s tail wasn’t as bushy as it should have been .Kind of greasy and gross.

Why do so many women not like milk? I noticed that this morning when I ate cereal. I haven’t liked it since I was about 7. Kaileigh doesn’t like it, Brittany H. doesn’t like it. My sister does, but she’s a weirdo anyway (just kidding I love her). I know lots of women who dislike it, but I can’t think of any men who don’t like milk (unless they were lactose intolerant or something). I know not all women dislike it, but a lot of them do. I told Kaileigh maybe it has something to do with our ability to produce it. It would be an interesting experiment. I wonder if it’s been done? I kind of had the urge to go around and ask the women in the cafeteria if they liked it, but that was a side effect of the hangover.

I wonder if I should stop eating so much junk food?

I become quite talkative when I’m hyper. And I talk fast, too. Just read this really fast in your mind and you might get a sense of what I’m like hyper. But really, I just have so much to say when I’m hyper. I’m sure it drives people crazy. At least you can stop reading whenever you want. My poor friends; they have to risk hurting my feelings by telling me to shut up. And it’ s nearly impossible to get me to do it, anyway. Okay, I think I’m just going to stop.