"A little rebellion now and then is a good thing."

Quote for the day, how about it.

Well, I said I'd try to make things a little bright sometimes.

Because we know I'm just a ray of freaking sunshine.

But, hey.

I'll do my best.

Earlier this morning there was a huge thunderstorm.

I find beauty in that.

The lightning, the thunder, the sounds, the rain.

It's all pretty amazing.

But what's really cool?

How an hour later it's warm as heck, not raining at all, and the sun is out.

Makes me believe there are some things out there that go from bad to good.

And then good to better.

So, happy enough?

I could probably draw a picture of rainbows and unicorns, but who am I kidding.

We all know I'd rather draw a pegasus with a cyclops on it's back, carrying a javelin, ready to spear the sorry soul that got in his way, flying under a beautiful storm, like the one that occured this morning.

So I COULD draw the picture of rainbows.

But I choose not to.

Honestly?

I'm not that bad.

I don't complain all the time, I'm not always ticked, I'm not depressed.

But it seems as if I'm making myself sound that way.

I just planned to get all of my hate out here.

I guess I can let good things run through these fingertips, too.

Sometimes.

People are stupid.

It's a given.

People are annoying.

It's managable.

People are mean.

And it's making me angry.

Every. Freaking. Day. Something. Happens.

Maybe it's small.

Maybe someone will just move my stuff from a desk so they can sit there.

That's not that bad.

But it'll still get me ticked.

Why?

Because I'm tired.

Not physically tired, just tired of people.

And so now those small little mean things make me pissed.

And I'm starting to react instead of just letting them do it.

-earlier today-

These group of girls run into me in the hallways.

"Oh, thanks for, you know, running into me," I say, loud enough for them to hear, a sarcastic and angry tone in my voice.

The one girl just turns around, a smile playing on her face, her peppy ponytail bobbing.

"You're welcome," she tells me cheerfully, making fun of me.

I scoff and walk away, shaking my head.

-back to present-

It just upsets me.

To put it in nice terms.

It bugs the f*cking sh!t out of me.

But, hey. I'm slowly cracking.

I'll stand up and say something back someday.