Ohno, this is bad. Real bad. Or rather, this is weird. Real weird. I've never ever felt this way before. At least, I don't think so. Its rather impossible I feel. Shoot Samantha, stop talking rubbish. Stop. Stop.

I feel like putting a device on my brain to stop me from thinking about things that are super out of the world. Things which, won't happen. But yet, I feel uh. I really shouldn't be thinking about this. Not now at least. URHAHRH.

pfft. argh.

Looks like I have 197392407979372907349745973 more levels of intelligence to go as well. I don't even understand my own feelings. Ohgreat Sam, you're the best. Totally. The only person who doesn't understand her own feelings. Keep it up. Oh, that was total sarcasm. Okay.

You know what, I'll continue later.