This is my blog. I'm not gonna pretend that its a thought-provoking and interesting blog, but I can promise you that it'll be full of quirky, little things that make me smile. Sound splediferous?
I thought it might.
Me: My mom made potatoes.
Shay: Ok.
Me: You want some?
Shay: No.
Me: Yes you DO! But you can't have no potatoes.
Shay: I don't want any.
Me: Yes you do! You're jealous of my potatoes but you don't get any!
Shay: Noooooo!! I don't want any!!!
Me: You can't have none!
Shay: I DON'T WANT ANY!!
Me: YOU CAN'T HAVE ANY!!!!
Shay: ....Ok.
So tomorrow, I’m doing part dos of my GED practice test. If I pass this, then I get the green light to do the actual GED. Huzzah. I’m kinda nervous about the math portion. Math has never been my strong suit and even though GED is really easy, I still have doubts. Also, I’m toying with the idea of getting a bartender’s license. I figure I can bartend at night while I go to school so I can have a little extra money. It’s always struck me as odd that no matter how shitty the economy is, people can still afford to party/get wasted.
I’ve recently become pen pals with a couple people overseas. It’s pretty exciting in a nerdy way. I’m learning a little bit about a particular country with each email/IM. This week, I’m also taking my GED placement test and catching up with a manga I haven’t been able to read like, almost two years. Life is semi-sweet.
I hate having crushes on dudes that know nothing of my existence. But I love Hot Pockets. Going on off on tangents are the SHEESH. This bloggy entry has like, zero purpose today. I’m just bored and tired. And my fingers still have that tingle of writing for a long ass time. Typetypetype. I wish Freaks and Geeks had more than one season. I’m watching the whole season and getting sadder and sadder with each passing episode. Same with Undeclared. Why do all the good shows die young?
If you didn’t get that Chappelle Show reference, well… blow a goat. Anyways, I’m applying for a job reviewing movies for this awesome site. I’d only have to submit one article a week AND they let you curse in your articles. Dreams do come true… Hopefully, they’ll accept me. :]
This song makes me giggle and calms me down. Hooray.
Things are looking up. I’m going back to Maryland on holiday this Thursday. Plus, I’m going to have a brand-new computer for the first time in my life. Plus plus, I get to hang out with my awesome Grandma. Plus plus plus, I get to see my friends for a while. Yes siree, things are looking up.
i barely update anything anymore. i dont update my site, my twitter, my bloggy, friggin anything, dude! its not that i dont want to, either. its just that i’m in this lazy funk bubble filled with stress and poverty. i’m constantly worrying about money or college or getting a job or meeting a guy or if i’m getting squishy round the middle or if my laptop is going to shit all over itself and die. i’m suprised i don’t have an ulcer yet. i’m trying to help make things easier by setting goals and planning things but even that gets stressful sometimes. i’ve decided. i’m gonna update this bloggy at least three times a week, update my twitter once a day, work on my site once a week, work on my novels more often, and try to resist the urge to bitch-slap my hair. (it can be a real whore to de-frizz…) even though updating all these things doesnt really matter in the long run, i’ll at least feel like i buckled down and accomplished something. i’m gonna tackle this crap-parade called life and punch it in the shin.
This song refuses to leave my skull.
