At times,

I almost feel like I don't know myself.
And now, I'm sure that's very puzzling to you... but stay tuned.
So, now apparently the middle school era is where you're supposed to "find yourself" and all that good stuff, and I suppose at the age of 3, I found myself fascinated with dance. I love the music, the intensity, and the way you can basically dance out your feelings without having to speak a single word. And now, that's gone. I don't have anywhere to dance, simply because I dislike the instructors, or the girls are so catty that it's not really about the dancing anymore, but who you're "best friends" with. (and secretly talk shit about behind their backs.) And I'm certainly not into all of that. But maybe that's what's wrong. Dance consumed a major part of my life, and now that it's gone... I'm nobody. And sure, you may think that I'm being overdramatic, but really, I beg to differ.

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And the approval of your parents...

Another post?!? Yes ma'am. Or sir. Or undecided. I'm sitting at home on this wonderful snow day, blogging. And now I should be getting ready for my interview, because apparently "I need to put a lot of makeup on to disguise my ugly face, or I won't get a job." And I guess I really just embellished that last quote, but basically that's what my mother tells me every day. Also today she told me, and this is verbatim, "I hope you don't get in an accident today, because you look like shit." Yes not, I hope you don't get in an accident so you don't get hurt, no... I hope you don't get in an accident so the cops and whoever you hit don't see you looking terrible. Thanks, mother.

And now, I'm looking at Bo Burnham youtube videos, because they can always guarantee a laugh.
Farewell.

My dear.

I've been thinking a lot lately... Mostly about how I think too much. I tend to be one of those people who over-analyze situations. I'll explain. It's like my mind is a high speed train on this track, but the track really doesn't have a destination. It keeps twisting and turning, and it's not really sure where it wants to go. I guess in a sense, that's how my life is. And I've been going on these job interviews where they ask me what I want to be when I grow up, and naturally I want to say "I have no fucking idea." But really, who'd hire me if I said that? Maybe I should have said "yes, I'm thinking about selling my body for prostitution while having a side job as a drug dealer, occasionally using some of the drugs myself to escape the pain of my terrible life." That's exactly what they want to hear. Again... I really would rather travel then have to deal with my life. I don't know. I think I could go backpacking across the world, maybe join the invisible children team as a roadie.

On a lighter note, I finally used my Amazon gift card I got for Christmas. To buy books.
Yes, I'm such an exciting person...
And guess what Brittany? I updated this.

Love?

This post will not really be about love, but rather the day that is devoted to love... Valentines day. Now I personally have never really liked this specific holiday, simply because I feel it's an excuse for greeting card companies to provide fabricated emotions and make lots of money. I guess it's all fine and dandy, and sure, love is swell. But a day devoted to it? Just makes me even more aware of my lack of a valentine. So thank you, let me go cut my wrists while listening to Mozart. But that's not even the point. The point is the fact that stores get ready for this holiday so early... that everywhere I go it's promoting this holiday, making me feel bad about myself. And now I guess, yeah that's my own damn fault. But I'm sure there are many other unfortunate Valentine-less people out there who feel the same way. And if you don't, screw you.

Don't Forget.

Now, for some strange reason, I decided to post the link to this wonderful blog on my facebook. This was basically so anyone who stumbled across my facebook, and wanted to check out this little piece of the internet, may do so. But I'm thinking that I may take this link off, due to the fact that I'm not sure I want people to read my blog. And now you're thinking, well the blog is on the internet, so of course people will see it... Blah blah blah. And I actually now doubt that anyone will click on this link, and take the time to read my blog word for word. I mean if you have, more power to you! Tell me please, I will be ecstatic. (and no, that is not sarcasm) But if you have come across this page by accident, well... I'm not really sure what to tell you. I'm not even sure what this particular post is about, considering the fact that I'm just rambling on about nonsense. Adieu.

You may say I'm a dreamer...

But I'm not the only one. Here's the part where I post a picture that is in no way relevant to this post. Have a splendid evening!