It's not a bird, it's not a plane, it must be Dave who's on the train

I've been listening to a lot of Scooter lately. Because I'm a 2003 raver.
I had a lot of things to say about five minutes ago but when I pulled up this page, I no longer had anything to say.
Today I bought 100 dollars worth of books, but I only paid for forty percent of them. My best friend's birthday party was Friday. I feel well-liked. I like parties. I like my friends.
School is so monotonous. Sometimes I sit in my room and I feel that I can't breathe. Then I have to open the window and stick my head out. Does that qualify as a panic attack? I don't think so.
My friends think that I am in love with any boy that I talk to on facebook, though really that's not the case.
Additionally, I'm thinking I could be a lesbian. I've just been reading a lot of different kinds of erotica and I'm really enjoying the lesbian ones. I don't really care, it's just something to think about. I'm not sure that someone can know their sexual orientation without, ahem, actually trying everything out. Or maybe, someone can; but I cannot.
Also on that note, I recently purchased a vibrating toothbrush. Does anyone really think that a vibrating toothbrush is going to be used for cleaning teeth? Apparently they do. I was overall disappointed with it, but maybe if I try it again later I'll like it better.
So that was my weekend!
Also, at CVS yesterday, my mother and I ran into an old colleague of hers, one that I happen to know pretty well. He was purchasing condoms. I don't think my mother noticed, but I did. Also, I think he's married. So that's GREAT.