Ignore the last post. Please.

That last post was not really real. I was just angry at my self for not doing a few things. Listening to Elton John isn't as bad as everyone makes it out to be. Also, yeah. I absolutely hate people who can't spend enough time to at least capitalize and add periods. I mean seriously! Just type it in word and auto-correct! Other things. I'm applying for a summer program at Yale. But I am pretty sure one of my recommendations suck. Really bad. This is a lot more personal than usual. I wanted to blog on Thursday, but I was still angry at my self. Yeah. Sorry. The robot drama is unfolding in my mind. This weekend is now completely dedicated to a 2-3 page essay. Sigh... Rally up, my friends. I shall win this fight yet. I always feel very annoying. On Friday, I almost got into a fight with my best friend. I feel terrible, even though we made up later. I just want him to know that no matter what, we will always be cool. Like the other side of the pillow. Like the other side of the moon. Like the ice cube tray. Now I am ranting. I hate people who just do things that other people do just because they want to a) fit in, or b) for some deeper ulterior motive that I am not going to mention. I read once that when you are about to rant crazily, you should type "Flame on", like you are the Fantastic Four or something. Really? That is so ridiculous. But here I go. FLAME ON!!! Fusha!!! Fire spouts from me. OH MY GOD!! I'M ON FIRE!! HOLY S***!!!! CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT!!! Just kidding. From now on, I have pledged (for the second time) to stop swearing. If you catch me in the act, you can abuse me mentally or physically. I should really be doing my application. Flame off.