Happy Birthday to yoooouuuuuuu.... Happy Birthday to yoooooouuuuuuuu.... Happy Birthday Dear Tina Yaaaaaaaangggggg.... Happy Birthday to yoooooooooooouuuuu..... Happy Birthday Tina!! You're 22!!! I LOVE YOU!!!

Alright. Enough of the mushy gushy. Here's what I've been thinking about lately: bad things. Seriously, I have trouble sleeping because I just start freaking out and worrying about really crazy stuff. I've been thinking about contingency plans just in case someone starts following me or harassing me, and lots of other weird, paranoid stuff like that. There's more stuff that I've been freaking out about. But I'm not going to write about it. Cause if I do... then maybe it will happen. And that would be BAD.

Ok, I'm obsessing about something new lately. I tend to obsess about things when I find something that I fancy. I'm big into google searching and stuff. Anyways, Jars of Clay. I love this band. Now that I say them again for the 8th time on Sunday, my obsession has been renewed. I just wish that somehow they could read this and know how great a band I think they are. Sigh. I know! I'm crazy obsession girl! Seriously, I was thinking today that I would write them letters and then they would want to be my friend. It would be like that book "Dear Bruce Springsteen" or whatever it was called. About that boy who would write to Bruce Springsteen every day. Or like the song "Stan" except I'm not crazy and blond. I would write to Jars of Clay everyday. And then they would come and sing to me and I would be the happiest girl on the planet. Oh man. I better stop. I think I'm getting choked up.

OH MY GOSH. I am such a FREAK!