Sorry I didn't update for the past two weeks. (It has been two weeks right?) I was in Washington D.C. with my entire grade (sixteen other people), two teachers, the principal, ten parents (none were mine), and a tour guide. Then I had to make a photo album about my time there when I got back home, make a powerpoint on auras, and write about the Lorax for Science Class.
I don't own Percy Jackson. And I don't want to own 22. I'm perfectly fine with Taylor Swift owning it. Again, I'm completely open to suggestions. Flames will be taken care of by Leo.
22
It feels like a perfect night to dress up like hipsters. I'm sorry, what's a hipster? And make fun of our exes, ah ah, ah ah. Making fun of your exes is okay I guess, but is it necessary to add "ah" four times. It feels like a perfect night for breakfast at midnight. Breakfast at midnight. Aren't most people asleep at midnight. To fall in love with strangers, ah ah, ah ah. Falling in love with strangers? That's insane! Who in their right mind would just randomly decide to fall asleep with random people?! Yeah. I guess you are. We're happy, free, confused, and lonely at the same time. That's a terrible combination. It's miserable and magical. I'm not sure exactly how that works out. Oh, yeah. Tonight's the night when we forget about the deadlines. That's not very smart. If you forget about when you're supposed to have something done, that it'll probably never get finished. It's time… Time for what exactly?
Uh oh! Doesn't that mean something bad has happened? Or does it mean something different to you? I don't know about you. I'm glad you don't. But I'm feeling 22. Eh… good for you. Everything will be alright if you keep me next to you. That's sounds kind of scary. You don't know about me. And I really don't want to. But I'll bet you want to. No. Everything will be alright if we just keep dancing like we're 22. I look like a twelve year old. I don't think that will work well for anyone really. 22. Why 22 anyway?
It seems like one of those nights, this place is too crowded. Then why would you go there. Too many cool kids, ah ah, ah ah. Again, with the "ah"s. Who's Taylor Swift anyway, ew? Who is Taylor Swift? It seems like one of those nights, we ditch the whole scene and end up dreaming. I don't really understand this. Instead of sleeping. Don't most people dream when they're sleeping? Yeah. It almost seems like you're agreeing with me, even though it's just in the song. We're happy, free, confused, and lonely in the best way. I don't see how that can be a great combination at all. It's miserable and magical. That really just sounds terrible. Oh, yeah. I've asked this before about a lot of songs, but why do artists just add "yeah" in their songs? Tonight's the night when we forget about the heartbreaks. But remember them before you make a stupid mistake like dating again. It's time… You're not even specifying what time it is!
Uh oh! (Hey!) Again. Uh oh is something people say when something bad happens. I don't know about you. It'd be scary if you know anything about me, but if you ever took Greek Mythology, I suppose you would know about me. But I'm feeling 22. What is so significant about the number 22? Everything will be alright if you keep me next to you. I don't want you next to me ever. You don't know about me. And I never want to hear this song ever again. But I'll bet you want to. I don't want to learn anything about you! Everything will be alright (alright) if we just keep dancing like we're
22 (oh, oh, oh). Dancing like I'm 22 will not work for me nor will it work for anyone younger than 22. 22. The number 22 is quite insignificant. Why does it matter so much to you? I don't know about you. Thankfully. 22. This is annoying. 22. Very annoying.
It feels like one of those nights we ditch the whole scene. I really don't care. It feels like one of those nights we won't be sleeping. Maybe you'll faint from exhaustion later on. It feels like one of those nights you look like bad news. This is pointless. I gotta have you. I hate this song. I gotta have you. I hate you.
Etc. Etc.