Monday, January 31, 2011

Hello, February

Jan walked out the door. Just up and left, just like that. 31 minutes ago. (I'm sorry, it just wasn't working out.)

I think all my creative thoughts start to bloom in my head when everything around me freezes over and slowly withers away, ends up dead. I just thought about it and I made myself sound just a teensyy bit like the Plague. Hmm..95%.

I should tell you, February. I'm 2% invasive species. The other 3% is unknown.

Thinking...



      Is it biased when you think that a song has deep lyrics that, you know, actually mean something? Is it biased when you like the band that sings that particular song? Would the song lose meaning if someone else sang it?


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I don't know. (I like answering rhetorical questions. They're fun.)

Sunday, January 30, 2011

First post..I think?

    
      The question isn't whether or not this is my first post. (My title is a contradiction. I make those a lot.) The question is if my first post will be meaningful to anyone. Probably not. But if by some chance of St. Jude someone out there gets anything out of my ramblings, that's cool. Maybe I should warn you up front: I'm not that interesting.




  • I write. (Not that I ever finish what I start, but whatever.)






  • I read.






  • I listen to my iPod so I have background music as I go through life. (It makes me feel like I'm in my own movie. Wouldn't that be interesting? o.o)






  • I think. I think a lot. I think about why I think. I think about absolutely nothing and whether it means anything.






  • I can't stand it when I don't understand something. So I ask questions. A lot. (It depends upon the day, but I think I've asked 50+ in an hour. Wow, did I feel stupid.)

  • I have frequent blonde moments. No, I am not blonde. No, I don't think being a blonde makes you less intelligent. But I just thought I should warn you. I do have some sort of issue with remembering. (I don't think it's associated with my hair color?...o.o)




  • And lastly; I'm a bit of an insomniac. ( Or maybe I'm not an insomniac at all and sleep just hates my guts..)
      
       So...I think that's about everything. If not, I guess you'll figure it out as I go. (If you see this. If you bother to even read this. We'll see!)