the poem of my crazy thoughts

right now, its like this, 
my hair is messed up from getting out of bed, 
even though it's 12:49 in the afternoon 
and I got up around eight thirty.
my socks are mismatched in the classic, 
"I don't know where the other sock went, and I have no idea know why im trying to put these things on while I'm eating breakfast" manner 
and I can't seem to focus on one single thing, 
unless you count my current love interest, 
witch I seem to focus on almost too well. 
Let's restart.
Hi.
My name is unimportant.
and my age doesn't matter. 
but what I can tell you,
is I am human 
and in being human 
I am imperfect
ok, maybe a little less than imperfect 
I'm, flawed to a point of wonkiness that nobody else seems to understand
dont ask if I'm sane
the answer will confuse you and could lead to possible brain combustion
right now
my school work is completed for the day
and while I'm sitting here wondering what the hell I'm supposed to do with my life
I'm also pondering the concept of molecular structures shaped like giraffes
and I just disappointed my younger sibling 
by saying I was working on something that I'm most definitely not
to avoid the horrible possibility of having to "play" outside.
just if your wondering 
no 
this isn't even the beginning of my crazy, oddity filled life.