I don’t have a lot anything to say for this because it’s a terribly rubbish title. Seriously, who ever gets filled with joy nowadays?
Unless by “excites” you mean “appeases” and “joy” you mean “loads of food” then the answer is “buffets”. But I’m way past that stage of gluttony I think.
I still don’t have an appetite, I’m still sniffling and sneezing and gasping for breath so I don’t think I’ve recovered much since yesterday. And yet I’m still snarfing my face full of food now arggghghg (honestly I wanted to use this as an excuse to starve or something but noo I’m a lardass) And I’m still sweating and sniffling though I turned the fan on gah
Uhm, the last time I remember being excited was… Maybe for Strahan’s birthday party? I don’t know, I can’t remember a lot right now. Brain’s not functioning well (as always)
I remember the last time I talked to her I was absolutely ecstatic. But it might’ve been a façade or something (I’m able to trick myself oh my gah I am such a boss).
At this age there’s not really anything that can make you “excited” and “filled with joy”, the largest reaction you’d get out of anyone “mature” would be a grin or a hoarse laugh and that’s it. Everyone’s afraid that they’ll screw up and get judged and stuff and that’s why everyone avoids being over-the-top and it’s just ridiculous.
[long gay obnoxious rant about the definition of joy]
Here’s some pretty radical music.
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-aexLJKwME]
Off to bed with me!
Hopefully I’ll wake up at 6 or something.
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