This has nothing to do with ponies, I swear

"I hate being 5." "Oh, but being 5 is wonderful! Remember all the things you couldn't do before? You couldn't tie your shoes or go to kindergarden when you were 4." "Because I was nothing." "No...you just weren't 5. You should say, 'Yay 5,'" "Yay 5." "Yay 5." "Mom, how old are you?" "Old?" "Yay old!"
Whoa, that was a whole Clair and Rudy exchange from Cosby Show: Season 1. Can you say I'm a loser? Go ahead. Say it.
Lunch was an interesting ordeal:
Me: Something's wrong with my fish.
Dad: It's fine.
Me: Are you sure it's not bloody?
Dad: It's fine.
Me: Um... *holds up piece of fish dripping with blood*
Dad: It's...oh.
So I'm still a little hungry. Well, I was before I ate like 2 pounds of chocolate. I was like, "Yay endorphines!" And then I read a wonderful little Christy Miller on how chocolate makes you feel. No, Katie, I don't think I'm in love.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! I got to play for an Ipod Shuffle AND I LOST! AAAAAAAAGH! Well, I only had 2 DQ things anyway. My bad. I still want to win. Kinda badly.
So about my emo state: Better now. Not as depressed. Especially after like 20 pounds of chocolate. But now I'm ticked rereading it. Nyaaaaaah you must die.
Walker was finally on AIM today. Well, I was finally on for like the first time this summer. Or the second. Something like that. And he was like, "Hey...who the heck are you?" And as soon as I was done explaining, I had to go eat bloody fish. Sick.
Laaaame. I don't free blizzards for a year. I want myself an Ipod. Or a Demonhunter/Red/KJ CD. Okay. One more code. And I probably won't win.
Okay then.