Blip Bloop

I've thought of some things to blog about in the past week-ish, i forgot some, but remembered some. So here's some random blips.

Replacing the toilet paper is the most common selfless act of kindness.

I want to get into using pen and ink. It's kind of bad ass, at least that's as bad ass as I get.

Tomorrow's Kymmie's birthday! I hope she doesn't have a sucky birthday. And I really hope I don't fuck it up.

I've started to curse mindlessly again. Before the summer-ish, I would hesitate before saying a curse word, but now saying "damn" and "shit" is like saying "paper" and "pencil."

I hate running.

I have a cool ringtone when I get a text message.

I love music.

Peace.

PS. Craisins are orgasmic.

Litterbugs

I wonder what it would be like to run down a clean road. I went for a run today, down my road and back. I had to avoid a dead possum, some rodent so FUBAR that i couldn't tell what it was, and countless pieces of garbage. It's weird, but this is normal to me.

Should it be?

I don't think so.

Using spaces in between paragraphs makes it more dramatic.

Doesn't it?

51

So this is my 51st post.

Why the hell am I doing this? I kind of forgot...

If this sets off no emotion for you, I'm suprised.

Facebook

So... I made a great decisive decision. I locked myself out of facebook. I typed in random numbers and letters into a word document and saved it, and then copied and pasted it into the "Change Password" section. It's a great idea.

I would have deleted it, but there are a lot of pictures that are nice for other people to have online that are mine and they are tagged in.

I made a smart decision. I'm almost sure of it. That doesn't happen much, especially when I'm in AP FRIGGIN' CALC!

Only if Everyone Knew

Wouldn't it be nice if I could

Give

All

My

Secrets

Away.

So it goes.

So I thought High School was going to be hard until senior year came along.

Now I know the hardest it gets. But I can have fun along the way, as long as I haul some major ass and stay on the balance beam for a little bit longer.

Jeezus Beezus

Who's to determine who's life is more valuable than another? It's always ours that is the greater isn't it?

Doesn't it suck when you trust someone so much that you feel like you could tell them everything, but you can't say what you want to.

I want to scream all my secrets to the world and have everyone judge me.

Ooh Girl

Busy Bees

So for the past few days I've been wishing I had free time because I have so much to do.

I came home and realized I had no homework, and I forgot what I was yearning to do so badly.

You don't know watcha got 'till it's gone.

Procrastination

So the title pretty much says why this is so.

Ummm... so dead chipmunk. It had a life. It's dead. I see it dead.

It's missing something. Not something physical, but emotional.

Vanitas makes me think. AP Studio Art stuffs.

I just saw the dead chipmunk and assume it had life. Before though. It's obviously gone now.

WHAT THE FUCK IS LIFE?

one thing's for sure.

i don't have one.

where can i get one?

not from this post.

Sore Baby Cows

So yesterday i ran 5 miles. The most I've ever ran.

Why the lucrative actions?

I joined the Nordic Ski Team. Of course not before I looked up Hari-Kari on Wiki-how. But I think it'll be fun. So today I ran 3 miles. So that's 8 miles in two days. Oh wait! I did the mile run in gym today.

9 MILES IN TWO DAYS! But i can't complain, because those cross country runners can run that no sweat in one day probably. Maybe a little sweat. Or a lot. Never mind, it's just an expression.

So I'm on the Ski team now. It'll be fun. . .