Dancing to My Own Kind of Music

I am thinking about how much certain people have been calling me weird and insane lately.

I say am not.

I think most teenagers (esp boys) just can't stand individuality and crave to belong to groups, to feel less lonely.

And by groups I mean, annoying all-black-claded emo packs who think they invented being bad and are too serious for "Why did the chicken cross the road jokes."

Yes, I like guffawing mouth-wide open in my coloured preppy shirts while listening to happy jumpy songs.

They can go scowl and break their eardrums listening to their trash metal tunes.

I hear hearing-aids are the DEFINITION of bad ass.

Till then. Weirdo signing off!