Poetry

I like to write because it helps to let the negative emotions go. I apologize if the poetry was not to your liking, but honestly, I write for me, not for anyone else.

That's just a note I would like to make, although I will try to be a happier person, because really, being happy or sad depends on how much one is willing to work.

Some emotions naturally are felt when something happens, but when nothing is occurring, when I, for instance, am

just sitting on my bed alone with my thoughts, then I must work toward whatever emotion I want.

That's just how I view it--I doubt I made much sense... :/ Ah well.

Poem 2 For Today

A coward I shall be

Sympathizing 

But never helping

Writing

But never speaking

Dreaming 

But never believing 

Thinking

But never innovating 

Hating

But never changing

Wishing

But never doing

Criticizing 

But never leading

Breathing

But never living

A coward I shall be

Eternally 

Mi Hermana

I hate

I absolutely HATE

Watching someone I love

Hurt herself 

I cannot stand

Looking at the scars 

That cover her skin

Those scars

They tell more stories

Than her blood-stained lips

Ever could 

I shiver

Every time she holds the bottle

And takes another heavy swig

I cannot look

When she sits there in the dark

Smoke escaping her body

And a cigarette

Providing the only light in the room

I bite my lip

When I pick up

One of her bloody knives

And tell the younger kiddos

That it's jam

Or something

Anything but blood

When I take her knives 

And wash them

I feel better

When I look at the clean blades

When I see her skin covered

When her eyes light up

From a forced smile

I can breathe 

Because it's easier to watch her pretend

Than hold her when she falls apart.

Fair Week

Just this last week was the fair. To be honest, I was quite busy--I worked and hung around with friends quite a bit. In fact, I spent around 12ish hours at the fair each day--and I never grew tired of it. 

There was just so much to see and do and my friends made the whole experience enjoyable. I also got to have a couple deep conversations that I needed to have. It helped to vent because although the fair was really fun, my life in other areas was(is) going downhill pretty fast and I really needed a friend to talk to at that time.

One of my favorite things there were the horses. The big Belgian horses are sleek and strong, and watching them work as a team was a wonderful experience. Other than that, the people I met and interacted with were really great too.

Like I said, I've been struggling a lot lately. I ended a relationship I had with one of my closest friends and I also had to deal with health issues and family problems. But I think I'm finally pulling myself out of the pit I put myself in. 

And although I am sort of sad to say it, I don't regret any of the decisions I made last week.

I guess all I have to say is the choices I have made are behind me and it's time to move forward and focus on new opportunities.

Alrighty, picture time!

Chalk Drawings

Welp, awhile ago I decided to try chalk again (I used to draw a lot with it but I kind of stopped)

Anyways, I made two drawings:

This is my dog picture. I don't have any browns so I had to mix a lot of yellow, red, orange, and grey to get a darker fur color. I eventually gave up on the brown fur idea and this is the result.

I drew my favorite flower: the morning glory. Once again, the trickiest part was just trying to get a brown(ish) color for the wood post. I triedddddd *cries* 

I wrote down this little song as well. And then I edited the picture and made it dramatic:

This is one of my favorite songs and although my dramatic image aint the best, I like it because the end of the song/poem stands out the most: "So please don't take my sunshine away." And to me, that's most important of the whole thing.

I should draw more (I would get better if I practiced) but it's hard to find the motivation, so that's all the chalk drawings I have done for now. :/

Fun Pictures

Okay, so during my trip to and in Oklahoma, I saw some fun things and I have pictures of a few of them.

Anyways, they made me laugh so maybe they'll make you laugh as well.

Some goat/sheepie things escaped and as we drove past they decided to race us. After a long, tough and challenging course, the victor remained and it was not these sheepie thingies. Because they totally quit on us in the middle of the race. 

On our way down to Oklahoma, we ran into lots of construction. But this little statue/figure/thing helped to ease the frustration that comes with the extra traffic. I would say "some people have too much time on their hands," but I think a better reaction is, "some people are just too awesome for this world." Here's a shout out to whoever made this lovely, day-making creature!

We witnessed someone getting pranked. Yes, those are post it notes. And yes, the car is covered in them.

My friend got a peach at one of our lunches and she was all excited because it looked like the peach had a giant nose. I mean, it was like veggie tales in the real world. Except with fruit. 

(Veggie tales for those who do not know is basically this: 

All righty, that's all my fun pictures. I don't know, I'm pretty easily amused.

Michigan

My family and I traveled to Michigan to pick some fruit yesterday. Other than my brother acting possessed throughout the whole trip, it was a pretty nice experience.

However, our stats were kind of frustrating. We picked 42 lbs of blueberries in three hours and 60 lbs of peaches in less than twenty minutes. Oh the unfairness of it all! Three hours and and only forty pounds. Now, I understand the size difference and weight difference of one peach compared to one blueberry, but still. In less than twenty minutes we had 60 freaking pounds of peaches. If we would have spent three hours also on peaches, we would have picked 540 lbs. 

Anyways, to cut to the chase, with a crew of six people (two of these people really didn't work, so technically, we had a working crew of four) I had hoped for more blueberries. But that's okay, there's always next year. Really, I should just be glad we had any blueberries to take home at the end of the day because earlier my siblings had been chanting for an eating contest. If their plans had been put into action, the only blueberries our house would have see would've been digested ones.

I took some pictures of both places we went to pick fruit, but I'm only going to show you a picture from the blueberry place, so enjoy!

This is my almost full (except it's not) bucket of hard earned blueberries that I totally picked all by myself.

Tornado Relief

I went to Moore, Oklahoma to help with tornado relief about a week ago.

As we drove through the city influenced by the tornado, we witnessed the damage, and it was heart wrenching. The thing I found most disturbing was not the fact that all these buildings were destroyed...but how violently these buildings were destroyed.

Although I do not have a picture of it, we saw a metal pole bent from the force of the winds. And that was shocking to say the least.

Let me share with you some pictures that  I do have.

This is a line of stores. The innards of the middle stores were ripped out and spat onto the ground. We saw American flags everywhere, and honestly, it made me feel better to see them. It encouraged and inspired me.

The house on the right has holes driven into its siding. This was from objects being whipped at the house during the tornado. As you can see, debris is everywhere.

These homes have damage to their roofs and basic structure. They are not adequate for living in now. The owners of these homes will most likely have to tear down and rebuild.

Debris...

Behind that fence, there had been a school. An elementary school. As can be observed, It has been completely torn down now. Children died in the elementary school during the tornado. In fact, seven children were killed. Further along the fence, t-shirts, American flags, and stuffed animals had been attached to the fence to symbolize a nation that was still strong and united, and to mourn the children's deaths.

There are cement driveways but no homes to compliment them.

While we were down in Oklahoma, we built these shacks. The floors, walls, and ceiling were all insulated. Because of the issue with looting, the doors had locks on them. The only other thing worth mentioning is that there was an air conditioner in the shacks, as right now it is summer and the temperature is Quite high. While these structures may not look like much, it is a big upgrade considering many people are living in tents. Cheap tents from the local grocery store--in other words, very shitty tents that don't prevail much against the elements.

Some extra notes on the experience:

We heard one account that was very sad. Twenty minutes after this person's house was destroyed by the tornado, another individual was already sorting through their rubble looking for things to steal. The looting has gotten so bad down there that the victims of the disaster carry around weapons and shots can be heard at night.

Also, while we were driving around looking at everything, we noticed how on one side of the street, numerous houses were completely flattened, and on the other side, the buildings were untouched.

Escaping the powerful winds was solely  because of luck.

I remember seeing children's toys laying on the curb, awaiting disposal, and that was  hard to think about. The area was completely deserted, and seeing personal items like clothes, toys, etc put tears in my eyes.

Another interesting thing to look at was some of the trees. Those that were attacked head on were bare of all leaves, and they were bent in the most awkward ways. At some points, It really felt like a dead place. Eerie and without any recognizable forms of life.

And one last note: homes that were past repair but were still standing were marked by spray paint. And just like the last note, it was chilling to see this. To see the windows boarded up or broken in, to see the garage door missing and several walls as well...to see into someone's closet and see their clothes still hung up neatly...even though the rest of the house was gone. It made me feel empty. I wouldn't want a number painted onto the corpse of my house...I wouldn't want to have to say goodbye. You know what I mean? 

Although it seemed like we weren't doing much while we were in Oklahoma, we actually were. We delivered two of the shacks we made to people who needed them...and when I say "needed them," I mean it. They couldn't live in the places they had previously called "home." The first house was consumed by black mold and the walls and ceilings were caving in on them. The second house had severe damage to the roof and walls--tarps covered the roof and wood boards had been nailed in to support their walls.

Overall, I really learned what it is like to serve. We were doing something for people who could give us nothing in return.

I truly won't forget this. It has touched me on so many levels.

A picture of me

First I must give you some facts about this photo.

-It was taken July 4th, 2013

-I was trying to photobomb someone 

-This is an image of my face

-My face that is 0 inches away from the camera lens

-My friend's flash was on

-I succeeded in photobombing my target? (This one is still up for debate but I think it is fact soooo) (As this photo proves)

-I have a beautiful face which the camera could not handle

Yes. There be me. *cries* Aren't I so adorable?

Iowa

So I come from the lovely state of Iowa. And I love Iowa, okay, because even though it is not a very pretty or interesting state most of the time, it is still Iowa and just like....I don't know. There's corn. We have corn--and lots of it. So why hate on Iowa?

Well, while in San Antonio, I heard a lot of Iowa jokes. I mean aaagh. Just look:

•  This was how we were greeted most of the time: "You're from Iowa? Welcome to the big city."
• There was a group of Iowans stuck in an elevator for quite a few hours, and when they got out, one of these Iowans tweeted: "So glad to be out of that hot and stinky place" and the joke was apparently on us because in response to that tweet, one person said, "Don't talk about Iowa like that"
• Quite a few times we were asked what we did for fun in Iowa (you know, like it was such a weird place to come from). One of my friends told a group of kids that we stared at corn growing for entertainment. And they believed  her. And then, what was worse, one girl from Iowa was interviewed, and she was asked, "What do you like best about Iowa?" And she goes, "Ahh....." and the interviewer turned to the audience at that point and said "Well, there you have it."

• Also, somehow someone pulled a picture of Iowa being auctioned off. Guess what the starting price was? $59.11. Okay, we are WORTH SO  MUCH MORE THAN THAT, thank you.
• The next day, someone had a sign that said, "We bought Iowa." 

You know what. I just. 

Iowa is awesome, okay? Yeah.

San Antonio

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Okay, okay, I'm trying to calm down--

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Gosh, this past week was absolutely amazing. If any of you peoples out there like to travel, I would recommend San Antonio as a place to add to your list of things to visit. Not only is the River walk just gorgeous, but my group was there during the Fourth of July...and we got to see the wonderful San Antonio fireworks show and that was definitely worth seeing.

Annnnnnnyways, let me just explain something:

Now y'all (sorry sorry sorry I've got  a bit of that southern spirit still in me) may not be Christian, or even particularly religious, and that's fine. But I need to just explain something--this youth gathering I went on--I was there with 25,000 young people like me who believed the same thing. And it was just breathtaking and heart wrenching because to sing and dance and worship with so many people like yourself...who believe what you do, who will proudly...

I cannot explain it. But it was really, really amazing. And I'm a little tired because my group just got back from San Antonio (we had a twenty hour drive *cries*) But aaaaaah.

Of course, the best part for me was doing a turkey high-five thingy to a police officer. That was honestly the highlight of my trip. To see that look of surprise...that "Did you really just do that to me?" expression...it was priceless.

(That turkey high-five thingy)

I don't even know

Can we talk about this picture for a moment?

I mean, how is this not the best picture in the history of pictures?

We have this oblivious hunter looking around for some deer to shoot thinking, "I'm invisible with this camouflage, and to top it off, I have this great hiding place! Now I just need some deer! Where's all the deer?"

And then we have this deer. This deer that is clinging to the trunk of a tree for deer life (ignore the pun), intently staring at the hunter like, "Let's talk about great hiding places..." All the while deviously scheming to drop it's five thousand pound body on the hunter.

Since I already think deer aren't as innocent as they look, of course I'm going to describe this picture as simply as, "The hunter becomes the hunted."

Gosh, I just love this picture.

Hehe

So, I am going to go on a trip to San Antonio with my church this weekend. And my mother is out shopping for things I might need. Every now and then she'll text me things like, "Do you want fruit cups?" "What kind of headphones would you like?" "What kind of cereal do you want me to buy?" And more things like that.

And after awhile the questions started getting kind of repetitive and not very fun to answer (if you know what I mean) until I thought, hey, maybe I could use this to my advantage.

I am a horrible daughter.

But let's be honest here, who hasn't tried something along those lines? Even though this small thought doesn't relieve my conscious at all really, it is still comforting to know that I'm not the only madly greedy person in the world. (And I think three words that end in "y" is too much to have  in a sentence when they're right next to each other--am I right?)

Anyways. What I've been slowly getting at is, we might get a movie to watch now!

*covers face, ashamed* I know, I know. But a movie. It's worth the shame, I think.

Semis

I am sorry for all of you who have a weird desire to be semi-truck drivers someday if I offend you with this post.

Because I hate semi-trucks with a burning passion. I am never the driver, but, still whenever we have to pass a semi on the highway, I hold my breath.

See, here's an interesting story that might explain some of the uncontrollable fear I have for these vehicles. Years ago, my cousin and her mother were driving on the highway, passing a semi-truck, when, the truck driver, oblivious to their existence, decided to switch lanes. And when he did this, he crushed my aunt's car, and injured both my cousin and my aunt.

DO YOU KNOW HOW SCARY THAT IS? Those figgin trucks are huge. 

Anyways, my slogan concerning semis is as follows:

"It's time to go off the roads and onto the rails!"

Yes, that's right: GO TRAINS.

Punny Pun Puns

As much as I love puns, I try and avoid pun wars because of reasons.

Reasons:

(1) I am horrible at making puns

(2) Those who are in a pun war with me are usually really good and creative with puns

(3) Pun wars with me never end well.

Let me just explain. When I say I am bad at making puns, I do not mean to say, "Oh I make all these silly, pathetic puns." No, I mean to say, "I can come up with one pun that I found on the Internet and then I'm just done."

So there's a big problem already.

Secondly, the people I'm warring with can honestly go all day with puns. It's like...I don't even know. They get a topic and then they're off. Whereas, I'm handed a topic and I'm like "That's punny...?" 

And lastly, because of reason two and one combined, these pun wars usually end with me screaming "I surrender!" whilst simultaneously banging my head against some hard object and sobbing very loudly.

Unfortunately, because I have horrible friends, pun wars are not something I can avoid easily. In fact, I think all my reasons of why not to engage in a pun war with me just encourages them further.

It is a very sad situation indeed.

I forgot I really don't have to try and censor myself...

Because my phone does all the censoring I need for me...

Painful Memories

So, when I was an innocent Junior High kid, my friend and I used to have code names for the boys we liked so we could talk about these particular guys at the lunch table without everyone else catching on. Well, anyways, a while ago, I had this big moment of realization, and I told this friend of mine how unintentionally perverted we sounded because of our code names. I am still dying on the inside (figuratively of course).

A Poor Acrostic Poem

Hey

You

Please

Officially

Confess

Right now

In here

To not being

Exactly perfect

My Profanity Solution

Ever since watching the movie Johnny Dangerously (Specifically, this is the guy from the movie behind my personal inspiration: Roman Moroni. I mean, just look at how naturally he avoids the actual swear words: "I would like to direct this to the distinguished members of the panel: You lousy cork-soakers. You have violated my farging rights. Dis somanumbatching country was founded so that the liberties of common patriotic citizens like me could not be taken away by a bunch of fargin iceholes... like yourselves"), I have repeatedly thought of "censoring" my choice words. Of course, I'm not going to do it the Roman Moroni way, for I have recently devised my own system.

*winces* It involves fruit--don't judge.

Some examples:

-"You seed of a banana!"

-"Don't be a worm in the apple!"

-"Stop being a figgin blueberry!"

I...yeah.

Video Games

I must admit, I'm no big gamer. The few video games I do obsess about include: 

-Spyro

-Champions of Norrath

Yes, that about covers it. And, mind you, these are PS2 games. Look how behind I am on technology. (Okay, okay, I admit it, I do indulge in a couple of Wii games every now and then too.)

Anyways, I guess I just want to start a one person conversation on why I like these games. (I'm not sure if I can use that phrase [one person conversation] without being arrested because I suppose "conversation" implicates more than one person but whateves)

Okay, okay, I'm sorry, all these little side notes are throwing me off track. Let's get back to the "moral of the story" here. (*cries* I'm sorry, it's late here and I'm tired)

Ahem. Moral of the story:

Spyro is an amazing video game mostly because it's a purple dragon that fights by not only breathing fire, but by ramming its horns into things. Also, you can make Spyro do a head-butt into the ground and may I ask how much more awesome can you get than that?

Champions of Norrath... *sighs dreamily* Now that is a special kind of game. There is no other game that I have played where you can kill off your own characters by making them stand in a bonfire of sorts. Seriously--best entertainment ever. It's like, why roast marshmallows when you can roast people without the government hassling you for murder? I know the goal of the game is to cleanse the world of bad things, but you know what, I was always taught to make my own goals. And the goal I have made for myself concerning that game is simple: how fast can I kill off my character by making it stand in one of the numerous bonfires?

It's like a little game. You take off some of the armor, or you lure your enemies into the fire and try and fight them as you're consumed by flames...there's a never ending list of strategies at your disposal.

But hey, there's more.

If I'm playing multi-player with a family member, the goal changes slightly to: how many times can I kill myself using the little bonfires before severe profanity is unleashed?

So far, my record number is...*drum roll* one time. Yes, that's right, I can only kill myself one time using a bonfire before profanity ensues and my head is bashed by a controller.

"DAMMIT BELLE, NOW I HAVE TO GO ALL THE WAY BACK TO THE F***ING SAVE POINT BECAUSE YOU'RE A F***ING DUMBA**. YOU ALWAYS F***ING DO THIS TO ME"

And then, while this particular family member is screaming, I just sit there giggling uncontrollably thinking, "That time it was only seven seconds" as I try and get closer to both my goals at once.

Labels, Labels, Labels....

This is a late night rant, but I feel it is necessary--at the very least to let off some steam.

There are few things that set my temper on fire anymore--but those that do bother me, really bother me. One of these "triggers" (I should call them at least for right now) is the misuse, or overuse of labels. And for all the jokesters out there, no, I am not talking about soup can labels or the like; those are admittedly quite helpful. I'm talking about the hurtful labels individuals place on people they often know little about.

Some examples of these labels are: whore, slut, faggot, retard, racist, homophobic, gay (when it is used negatively) and etc.

Yes, certain people are racist, or homophobic, and believe it or not, there is a correct way to implement the word "retard" in daily speech/writing without being offensive. But I am talking about language that is used for the sole purpose of inflicting emotional/mental damage on someone.


To get on with this tangent, let me just show you what made me so angry. One of my "friends" on Facebook posted a status that stated the following: "Now I see why your relationship didn't work out, whore"

Obviously, the standout word here is "whore."

(A) A relationship never ends because of one person. Let me repeat that: It is not a single person's fault for why their relationship with someone else ended. There are numerous factors which play into the conclusion of a dating relationship (i.e. clashing personalities, feeling of neglect, abuse, issues with friends...). If two people are really "meant to be" they will conquer all problems--including one cheating on the other. (I mean, there's a reason why therapy exists) That's what a couple does, they tackle life's challenges together. Now, back to my earlier statement about people being meant to be...it's as simple as that, really. Sometimes people just aren't meant to be and/or they aren't willing to try and compromise or become a better person/couple. Love is a great and powerful thing, and when it is truly felt by both persons, then little can tear the two apart, as love implies forgiveness and great emotional attachment.

(B) It was not the girl's relationship to being with. It was the girl's and her partner's relationship. Simply put, it was their relationship. The pressure should never be on a single person to be good, to be perfect, to keep the relationship going. Things will go wrong, people will make mistakes. This is kind of like Point (A), but I feel it just needed to be stressed further.

(C) The whole "whore" part. I understand that cheating on someone with another person isn't right. But neither is childish name calling. In fact, this childish name calling needs to stop, because in my eyes, it is just another wrong. And as the famous saying goes "two wrongs don't make a right." SERIOUSLY THOUGH, what is being achieved by calling this girl a whore? Because I'm pretty sure nothing is.

And I'm not even going to go into the gender issues with that particular label. (As in, why guys are not labeled negatively nearly as much when they commit the same "crime" for lack of a better word)

Anyways, I think I'm done now. *sighs*

Lots and Lots of Links to Click

I was just on This AWESOME website/time waster and I decided there was some pretty cool things that I might as well share on my blog.

Cats

Hurricane Tips

This will make you cry

China

A Great Play on Words

More Cats

Diaries

Enjoy!

Just Aagh

Okay, this is a real question that I have.

Whenever someone does an activity that they were a little too cowardly to do before, they say something like, "I finally mustered the balls to go ahead and try this" or whatever

But I am a girl, and I don't have "balls"...so why do I partake in this overused phrase?

(That is not the question that I have actually though so don't try and answer it please and thank you)

Anyways, so since I am female, as I previously stated, should I (if I say anything at all) say "I finally mustered the boobs to go ahead and try this"?

I just feel like this makes more sense.

I understand having balls makes males more of men, but I am a proud female, and I don't want balls, nor do I need any. So, since having breasts makes a female more womanly (and I just want to say that being a woman is a heck of a tough and most of the time awesome occupation, so why wouldn't I want to insinuate something womanly?) wouldn't you say kind of what I suggested above?

Now that's my question. And I hope to get some answers.

The "Meh" Feeling

It's a hard feeling to describe, but perhaps I can do it.

So today was an okay day. And I say "okay" because I don't want to over exaggerate and go on a huge rant about how terrible everything went and so on, because things really did go okay.

But things weren't fantastic, or even good because, when you let down someone close to you, you can feel it. And unfortunately, that feeling doesn't just dissolve in five minutes or so.

In addition, what makes this feeling even worse is when you know you're the only person in the wrong, and the only solution to make yourself feel better, and the situation better, is to admit it.

And when you're a proud person, this is a difficult mission indeed.

When I say "you" and "you're" I mean "me" and "I am." Because the situation I just described is my situation.

However, I just want to declare that I avoid honestly telling of my mistakes to other people at all costs. I don't mean mistakes as in "I spelled that word wrong," I mean mistakes as in, I-just-fought-over-this-with-you-for-a-half-hour-and-I-just-realized-I-was-completely-wrong-and-my-whole-argument-was-bullshit mistakes.

So yes. Something along the lines of what I just described happened today, and I'm still debating with myself whether or not I should go up to these people I offended and say, "Man, I was stupid and definitely not right."

Of course, many of you guys will think, "HECK YES YOU SHOULD DO THAT WHY WOULDN'T YOU THAT'S THE RIGHT THING TO DO"

But, this is what I'm thinking "I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS. I AM NEVER WRONG. WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? OKAY I WAS WRONG A LITTLE BUT THEY KNOW THAT AND I KNOW THAT WHY DO I HAVE TO ADMIT IT TO THEIR FACE I DON'T WANT TO APOLOGIZE AND I DON'T WANT TO ACTUALLY SAY THAT I WAS WRONG BECAUSE THEN PEOPLE MIGHT ACTUALLY HEAR MY CONFESSION"

*sighs*

Looks like I'll just have to suck it up and hope those who are not very happy with me...have mercy.

Daily Odd Compliment to Make Up for Things

I am in love with Daily Odd Compliments and so I'm leaving one for you guys out there. And I just want you guys to know that I totally mean this with all the blood in my heart.

Oh man. I found another one I like. Looks like I'll just have to share this one too.

I Promise Not to Change My Fonts In One Post So Much Anymore

The title sums it up.

So Today is the First Day Which Equals The Day of Unlimited Posts

That is a really long title, and I sort of apologize for that.

(Can I really change the font? I don't know...)


So, anyways, I've been taught throughout most of my English Classes that if one wants an audience, one needs to catch people's attention. And how to do that?

Well, I've been thinking it over and I think this sentence oughta do it.

I've been to jail twice.

Okay, okay, I really haven't been to jail,

(OH MY GOLLY, I was just re-reading through this post, and that's actually a lie. I have been to jail...twice. I cannot believe myself for being so unconsciously accurate. But, it really isn't an exciting story, I only went to jail to go and sing Christmas Carols to the people who were, you know, really in prison...)

 but I think if someone read that, they would undoubtedly be kind of curious. And that's what I need right now, I need people to be curious. So I'm going to try and stop ranting about how desperate I am for people to read my blog and just, like, make a good first sentence...Of the next paragraph...Yeah.

I have an obsession with books, and reading them, and collecting them, and I would just marry books if I could.

We are trying this again.

I hear voices in my head sometimes. And that's not really all that strange. At least that's what they tell me. 

We (the voices and I) are just going to stop trying this...for now.

'Ello There (If Anyone's There That Is)

(I'm just going to be redundant and say 'hello' again so: Hello!)

Well, this is quite obviously a new blog, and it's something I'm trying out. I don't know how well it will go, so please be patient and forgive me for my many mistakes along this journey.

*Whispers* By the way, this is a very random blog about many things, and the topics I babble about will switch from day to day. I might update hourly, weekly, monthly, or yearly. So yes, enjoy!

Okay, that was a very crummy introduction, and since I am not in the swing of things yet, I'm just going to start out with a story about myself.

Yes, a story, that is how we shall start today...

Well, when I was girl...

At the age of twelve, I was very ignorant about how wrestling matches went on...

I like apples.

One time I ate a whole bag of pears all by myself and this is how that happened:

I think Luke Skywalker is cute even though most people go for Han Solo.

I read Twilight before it was uncool. I am not a fan of Twilight though.

This is harder than I thought. *cries*

I'll just tell you about how I got so inspired to make a blog. Okay? Okay, glad we agree that's a good thing to talk about.

So, this morning I was doing nothing, something which is very typical of me. I was getting fairly bored with this activity, however, so I decided to go on It Just Gets Stranger (which is a great site and if you haven't already been there, GO THERE NOW--Seriously, guys--JUST CLICK THIS LINK AND GO: clickmeclickmeclickme) Annnnnyways, it is one of the best blogs in the history of blogs. Just kidding, scratch that, it is the best blog in the history of blogs, and as I was reading through all the posts, I was thinking, "This is so neat, and now I want to share my life's story with everyone," so that's how I came to be.

Yup...