Where will it end?!

So lately I've been thinking things like "What can I post? What should I post?" And it always seems like I think of really good posts before I fall asleep.

However, then I wake up the next morning and am like "What was I thinking? Am I daft?"

Like, for example, I was thinking about doing a post about birthdays. Kind of an "What's the deal with airplane food" post. Why do we get presents on our birthdays? Are we celebrating our ability to stay alive for another whole year? Why do we get presents for that. Yadda, yadda, yadda.

But then I was like, what if someone I know reads this. What if no one ever gives me another birthday present ever again? What about Christmas? After all, that's just a celebration of Jesus' birthday, right? Why do I get presents on someone else's birthday? What if I stop getting presents? I need presents. They're great. Especially good presents, but I even appreciate the bad ones. I think it's the thought that counts. Unless you get me like, a piece of poop. Because really, what were you even thinking?

And then how far will it go? Why do we eat food on the day that Chris Columbus went to the wrong place?

I think birthdays are great! Christmas too! Food is great!

So I decided not to write that post for all of humanity so that we can continue on giving and receiving presents for no reason but pretend that it's an important reason.

You're welcome.

Who am I today?

Kay so. I was reading Allie's blog cause it's amazing and I love it. Anyways, she had looked her name up on Urban Dictionary. Because I have no real original thoughts of my own admire her, I decided that I would do that too. Thanks Allie!




I am a gentlemanly sex goddess that thinks that I am Robin Hood.

Pimpin'.

Things I wanted to do according to age

Year 1: Be able to say "I'm hungry, take off your shirt."
Year 2: Knock my sister over
Year 3: Be able to fly
Year 4: Be my sister's apprentice
Year 5: Be Queen of the McDonalds playplace
Year 6: A superhero
Year 7: Belle from Beauty and the Beast
Year 8: A soccer player
Year 9: Become a Pokemon trainer
Year 10: Go to Hogwarts
Year 11: Still wanted to go to Hogwarts
Year 12: Become a poet
Year 13: Write fanfiction professionally
Year 14: Write short stories
Year 15: Be a lawyer
Year 16: Make bank doing nothing
Year 17: Be a child right's advocate attorney
Year 18: Be a lawyer, be a writer, be a fashion designer, be a mangaka, be an actress, be a singer, be a boxer, write a magazine, be a model, be in the BAU, and create video games. Currently I want to teach English overseas. But we'll see. I still have more than four months of being 18 left. I'm sure I'll change my mind by then.
Year 19: I'll probably want to be a pterodactyl riding a unicycle through a dragon's flames or something.

Wild Psychotic Freak Appears!

So this is a blog. . .

So I'm gonna be honest here. I crave your attention. I'm probably not going to get it, but I'm going to pretend that you love me a lot. That being said, here's the reason I'm here.

I cannot do anything.

I'm basically a little lump on the planet. I like to be productive, but somehow that never happens. Today I wanted to be really creative, so I pulled out my overly-decorated sketch pad and started drawing nothing. Then I pulled out my chic journal and wrote the alphabet. It was all very productive. So I was talking to my best friend ((AKA my mom)) and she suggested I do some "journaling" about myself and what I know.

All I know is that I know nothing. So this is what my blog will be about. Pretty neat.

When I was around 11 or 12, I started imagining that I was a sister of the Curtis brother's from the book The Outsiders. I've done that ever since. Except with tons of different things. Law and Order SVU, The OC, Grounded for Life, etc. Lately it's been Criminal Minds. But I can't ever decide whether or not I want to be like, Morgan's little sister, or his lover.

You may have guessed, I have no lover. I blame this on the fact of no father. My mom's are lesbians. My biological mom was artificially inseminated. My other mom was the same with my older sister. They are not together anymore.

I like older guys. Especially this guy at my work. He's amazing. He said I was pretty. He's practically engaged. Boo hoo me.

My guess is that if you've actually stuck around, you're unsure whether or not to laugh. Do it. I hope I make you laugh. Or at least make you feel better about yourself. ;)

I'm not usually this bitter IRL. However, isn't that the point of a blog? To show the side of you that you can't be IRL? I'm not sure I get what I'm doing yet.

Criminal Minds is ending now. It's time to go to bed and pretend Morgan saves me.

Or has sex with me.

I haven't decided yet.