Sorry blog, for not writing for so long.

Christmas was good. I got an iPod stereo system, a new TV, a PS3, iPod headphones, games, DVD's (Blu-Ray), books, candy, money, gift cards, clothes, shoes, etc. It was a very fruitful gift year. Oh, and my father oh-so-subtly called the Durango my car. Maybe it was a Freudian slip, but for all intents and purposes, I think I'll be able to use the car whenever I want. :) My mommy got a Chevy Traverse on Wednesday. It's totally ridic and gorgeous, so I think it was a good purchase on their end.

On another note, I've been really down lately. I mask it well, so don't ask about it. I'll lie.

Since I don't deserve to be happy, no one deserves to have me in their life. I do so much good and NEVER do I get any happiness in return. I get stress, tears, and underappreciation. So, goodbye Isaac, hello new Isaac. Hopefully you find what you makes you happy. Screw everyone else.

Well, now I know who my true friends are.

I'm running for class president. I can do it better than anyone else. But I'd rather do it without crying.

Idk

Courtesy -> Slap
Vibration -> Disappointment
Look -> Faster
Hide -> Crush
Write -> Block
Hope -> Fail

I got glasses yesterday!
The look really sleek and chic and totallllllllly fierce.
Definitely a good choice on my part. :)
Oh, and they're D&G.

Like popping a balloon,
All the pressure comes out,
And emits a loud noise.
And everyone winces.

What happened?
I don't know, but I don't like it.
The problem is sly; like carbon monoxide,
Undetectable, like it isn't even there.
But I can sense,
That something is wrong.
The problem is, this time,
I don't know how to fix it.
We act like nothing is wrong,
Going about our (not-even-close-to-what-we-were) normal conversations,
And acting like we haven't changed.
But everything is subpar,
And we can try and talk about it,
And then everything with, "I'm glad we talked about this."
But the tides of time keep pulling us out:
I hope we don't sink.

You know you've had a good day when:

You wake up at 11:30.
Your boss tells you you're the only one with a brain.
You realize that you have 43 dollars in your wallet.
You sing along to Christmas songs with your grandma.
You see a fantastically funny play, written by someone who you know.
Your mom play a total cosmology freak in said play, wearing you much-too-large lightning-bolt-sneakers.
You see the first snow of the season; the day after a day with a high of 67 degrees.
You practice trombone at 9 at night, and play notes you've never hit before almost perfectly.
You randomly get five dollars.
You actually read a book you've been assigned to read for over four weeks.
You take all the unnecessary personal care products you have to look amazing and ACTUALLY use them.
You listen to your iPod on shuffle and never skip a song.

You realize how great life really is, how fortunate you are, how many things you actually have going for you, and you stop feeling like you'll never amount to anything in your life.