Observations and Explanations

I deleted my Twitter page, why? I never used it. I thought I would but it's more of a tool that people with internet on their phone use. I don't have the time to keep running back to my computer and log on to the internet because I have Dial-up, Gasp -seriously? Yes!, just to tell you where i'm currently drinking tea. Like you wanted to know in the first place...oh, you did? crap.

Laugh, sorry I get a tad bit snarky after mid-night. I also get a wee bit crazy when I haven't had enough sleep. Quite the opposite of my boyfriend who gets irritable, I get super bubbly hyper...but if i'm hungry I get mean.


I am currently deleting my tumblr blogs. You didn't know I had them..well they were a secret. Actually a huge secret where I blogged about things that I couldn't say to peoples faces... yeah...cough.


Ever start something because all your friends did but realize slowly in that you really don't care about it, so you are left attending to it like a chia-pet. hoping no one notices that nothing leafy has grown yet.

I love blogging, it's my way to vocally, wrong word, digitally share what I like. And I like a lot of things...I also enjoy sharing and sometimes your friends and family don't necessarily like all the things you do. Or you feel lonely and you don't want to feel that way anymore so you create a blog and hope someone will communicate with you.


Have you ever held back when meeting someone for the first time, don't mention your religious following or lack there of or remembering not to curse. I do. But lately i've been thinking how wrong I am to do so. I'm being a chameleon. I'm morphing into a neutral image of my self so I won't run people off.

Truthfully, in all seriousness:

I don't like coffee and I think starbucks is evil (though I do like their new commercial)

I like rock just as much as I like Folk

I LIKE ANIME

I hate MTV and VH1. what happened to the MUSIC!?!?

I am paranoid as shit and I hate it, but sometimes I think it saves me.

I'm not Christian or anything, truthfully I DON'T KNOW what I believe because I don't know what's real and what fantasy. I don't know if we will turn into worm chow or go to heaven or turn into cows I DON'T KNOW. I hate it when overly religious people judge me. "You're going to hell because your parents divorced. You're going to hell because you wear pants, or don't believe in this book." SHUT THE FUCK UP.

I hate the way I look, I could literally verbally destroy myself. But I don't know why. Maybe it's not just about how I look but because i'm not being the best ME I know I could be. Maybe I hate the fat because I know it's bad fat and not good fat. There's good fat? YES, yes there is. Having Chocolate shakes with your best buddy is good fat. Eating a whole bag of chips by your self in one day is bad fat...in my current opinion

Sometimes when I can't figure things out I'll talk to myself in the third person because usually I can help other people with their problems just not my own so looking at it as someone else's problem helps.


I think i'm going to do my "go a week with out the internet" this week starting Sunday. I'll have a few "scheduled posts" that will show up like Tune Tuesday and what not but i'll be back in a week starting Sunday. This could either be a really great thing or a complete wreck which would end with me in the corner muttering something about needing "weheartit"....who knows

Sorry this was an EXCRUCIATINGLY long post...i'll try to refrain from doing that again.