My room smells digsusting. I don't understand... There isn't anything in here to make it smell so bad. I have smelled every single thing in here and can't find the source of it at all. It only smells gross at the doorway, but there's absolutely nothing by the doorway to make it smell the way it does. Febreeze has done nothing. I can't make it stop smelling so gross. I am so confused. Also, this time change has me allll messed up. I am never tired or hungry when I should be.

Anyway, so I don't have much to talk about since it's Spring Break. My life is very non-interesting. No FCG + neverending amounts of Brat Sister and Mom = VERY unhappy Super Duck. My sister threw a giant fit tonight because her tooth was loose, and I told her to pull her own tooth. (There is no way in hell you could get me to reach into that child's garbage disposal-esque mouth. Well, maybe if you promised to take me to the Japanese restaurant for shrimp tempura rolls and/or promised to let me see FCG.) She then called our grandma, so Granny came over. Then, Brat Sister grabbed Granny's phone and changed the settings on it. Granny fails at technology, so I changed it back for her, and Brat Sister screamed, cried, and tried to beat me up. Umm... What?

And I am definitely having FCG withdrawals. A week without my evil totalitarian monster dictators from the bowels of hell chemistry and history teachers is great, but a week without French class is soooo not. If I don't get to play with her hair RIGHT NOW, I will DIE IN A FIERY EXPLOSION OF SAD RAINBOWS AND LONELINESS! Okay, yeah, that's overreacting, but FCG withdrawals are so not cool.

Also, I am having a huge conflict about my driver's license, which I should be able to get this week after I get a problematic wire in my car looked at, but only if I don't need the stupid paper from school. If I do need the stupid paper, then I'll get it next Monday, but I'm really scared. I know how to drive, and I know exactly what to do in my head. I can think about it and know what I need to do, but when I actually do it, I get scared. I think it has a lot to do with the fact that when I drive, my dad is always there, and he feels the need to criticize EVERYTHING. He'll even randomly say shit probably designed specifically to work me up, such as, "What if you turned and that car over there smashed into you?" and stuff, and it's like... I'm not going to do that, so why even freak me out? :(

But I am also mainly scared of driving to school. I know exactly how to get there, of course. That's not the problem. The problem is the fact that there are two places I can park, and one is scary and the other is irritatingly far away.

Also, do you know what would make the best movie ever? THIS:

On a dark and stormy night, a playa', after eating an expired sandwich, wants desperately to sing on Broadway, but at the same time must (with the help of a member of a street gang) win the contest.

Sorry, the Title Generator I use also has a Plot Generator. :P I think this would be an amazing movie. We just have to add an epic battle between communist zombies and legions of genetically-enhanced pink and purple kittens, some bitchin' metal music, cheesy special effects, and some Super Duck + FCG love. And do you know what such an epic masterpiece would be called? Pylodictus! This word apparently means "flatheaded catfish." I think they could play a role in the movie too. Maybe they could be the ones who resurrected the zombies or something.

Dude, the playa' in question could be a huge nerd who was secretly badass and somehow got all the ladies. He would have a trippy dream one night after passing out due to eating a gross expired sandwich. In his dream, he would be an aspiring Broadway singer whose voice coach was a hardcore street dude. They would live in a world oppressed by the Communist Zombies, who hated everything ever. But a legion of heroes, the Technicolor Kittens, would be plotting to change that. The Technicolor Kittens would be inexplicably led by two human girls with epic laser powers. (That would be me and FCG. And we would be amazingly super freaking in love.) The contest that Mr. Playa' would need to win would be the contest that'll get him noticed so he can start his Broadway career, but Communist Zombies who hate musicals would try and destroy the place where the contest was being held. The Technicolor Kittens, led by me and FCG, would attack them, and there would be a long, drawn-out battle. And of course, the Technicolor Kittens would prevail! And then me and FCG would live happily ever after and move to Sweden and live in a giant igloo of awesomeness conveniently located right next to a strip club full of hot Swedish strippers. And Mr. Playa' would accomplish his Broadway dreams since he won the contest by default for being the only contestant left alive after the battle. Then, he'd wake up and say, "What the fuck just happened?" THE END!

Dude... Yes. This is going to happen. This also DEFINITELY means I need to go to bed ASAP. I'm sorry, you guys. Haha. But I am completely serious when I say my best friend and I have conversations that go completely like this all the time. We will spend literally like, an hour, just being all, "What if there was a movie about ________?" and it be something completely and utterly nonsensical like this. But I like this movie idea. And it is definitely happening somehow. AND ALL OF YOU ARE GOING TO WATCH IT. :D