Going Stir-Crazy

So for three days I've been trying to decide why the hell I'm so damn emotional. And I've finally realized-I'M GOING COMPLETELY STIR-CRAZY!!! I have to, have to, have to get out of this house, becuase seriously, it's possibly the most depressing place on the planet. All my sister does is watch Lifetime movies and all I do is sit in front of a computer all day trying to talk to people who are obviously dealing with their summer much better than I am. GHAAA!!! If I didn't like my hair so much, I would pull it out! So this weekend I'm going up North to Petoskey to see our closest family friends, Bob and Val Walker, and my favorite dog ever, a lovable, hokey Basset Hound who goes by a name just as simple as his big fat paws and his adorable floppy ears, George. Yes, that's right, my Grandparents scheduled our little vacation so that I can go visit a dog before he moves back down to Florida and leaves me forever. How nuerotically stupid is that? *Sigh*... I guess what I'm saying is that the whole being jolly thing isn't really working out for me right now and this is the first time it's ever happened. Maybe some extra slobber and some lovable, brown puppy eyes are all I need to pull me out of this rather rain-cloudy mood. I really hope so, because the fact that I feel like crap, is making the whole situation, well, crappier.