Hm.

V for Vendetta. I'm watching it and fangirling <_<
Moving on...
So, writing. I want to write, but don't have a clue WHAT to write, apparantally I'm really good at saying inspirational shiz... So... Why can't I inspire myself? Odd.
Someone once asked how to make a child do something they don't want to do, I replied; "Say it's a game of Simon Says."
I have rubbish ideas, huh?
Well...
Dear God I'm uninspired >.<

I need to rant...
I will.

My panic attacks are back, I used to have them when I was a little kid, pretty badly, I was always fretty and I stuttered badly. I thought I was over that, but apparantally not. They're coming back. I'm not too peeved off by it, because I'm used to them, but I terrify myself and that's what I dislike, how I'm suddenly becoming a wimp and bursting into tears over stupid things. I don't cry. Period. I'm not built to cry, I'm built to get by.
LOL RHYME.
I am, though. I'm built to slide on through and keep myself together, not to burst into tears when I hear someone call me "Harriet Potter". I've been through this stuff all my life, the teasing, the laughing. And I'm used to it, I shouldn't be so worked up, and I should be over these stupid panic attacks.
LOL I TYPED THAT ALL WITHOUT LOOKING AT THE KEYBOARD AND ACTUALLY WATCHING THE TV.
Ahem.
Well, I'd be ranting a lot if I carry on. Sorry.
So...
Well, this is an end to the blog post I guess.
Sorry about that.
Sorry.
I...
Yeah...