i can't think of a title

it's wednesday...................................................... (in a dreary, monotonous voice) two days until saturday! and then two days until monday... then five till saturday again. yes, good job kayla, you know the days of the week!!!! i am actually freakishly hyper... maybe it wore off because i am being really dreary and sarcastic now... at least on here. anyway i am not quite sure what to write about... hey! i used to know exactly what to write until carrotop said she didn't know what to write! it's all your fault! JK. i guess i will just do a random exerpt.

The diner was one of those old fifties type ones that i love, though i wondered why there was nobody there. The walls were turquoise and there was the front half of a cadillac convertible sticking out of one of them. At the bar there were peach colored stools accented with metal stripes on the sides. The familiar scent of grilling burgers wafted its way to my nose. Tall glasses of malts and shakes sat abandoned on the counter. Suddenly the ground shook with a deafening rumble. A cascade of screams echoed outside and i ran to the window to see what was going on. The malts crashed to the floor and shattered. A few shards of glass hit my ankle and i yelled in pain. My ankles were scattered with bloody cuts, and the floor was a mess of glass and multicolored mush. Then the ceiling started to vibrate. Afraid it was going to fall, i ran under a table and crouched there, waiting. I said a quick prayer and squeezed my eyes shut, awaiting the smash. My heart pounded loudly in my chest and my sweaty hands shook. dust from outside floated in, and soon i was a mess of blood, dust and sweat. suddenly the ceiling crashed.