I think running helps...

Me mum and dad would always tell me to go run around the house when they just couldn't handle my loopiness.  I never ran around the house though.  Maybe once.  The thing is, I've been really giddy and hyper lately and after finding everything 10X more funny than it should be I decided to knock some of the energy off with a run.  It was about 8:30 when I decided to do this so it couldn't be a long jog, therefore, I just went up the road and back.  I started off with a sprint, which was pretty silly.  I also ran right after I ate a bowl of spaghetti and drank a cup of water.  Those are two things that will put a very large stitch in your side, aka a big ass cramp.  On my way back to the house I had a feeling of "dance" run through me.  This meaning, "I wish I was surrounded by a crowd of people to break out into a dance with."  Honestly, I'd rather be alone when I dance like I think I can dance.  This new hair makes me feel like a dancer.  I probably smell like a dancer but, I'm sure dancers just look like they're glazed in sugar and not in sweat by tricking us with their movements.  Tricky little bitches.  Sorry.  Sometimes I just want to throw those ones in there for fun. 

Rule # 37- Don't be uptight about cussing.

No, I don't have a rule book.  It just looks like a "# 37".  Am I right, or am I right?

So yeah!  Let's recap:  I ran up the road and back, I got a stitch in my side (which by the way I keep spelling stitch "stich" which is soooo wrong), I had the urge to bust out in dance moves I made up, and then I finished watching "The Mindy Project" on Fox and I think it helped a lot.  I'm pretty sure I have enough energy left in me to run a 5k.  I wish I had a energy monitor, like a gas gage, that way I would know if I was about to go crazy. 

How am I doing?  Well, I think that minuscule amount of energy that I ran off...is back.  Damn.  I don't work well under hyper pressure.  I turn into a crazy...nope, not crazy...just awkward and either hated or loved. 

Dern it!  I got bit by something and it itches terribly. 

I call this HYPERBLOGGING.  In my head it sounds like hyperbole.  Same thing...an exaggerated statement to make a point versus my exaggerated energy level making it's point.