Im going to start doing this again. I'm pretty sure the internet has now moved on from Blogger to the likes of Tumblr and Wordpress and sures, I know how to use both, I mean, I practically invented the internet when I was 5, however, as much as I would like to start a new Wordpress and/or Tumblr, I'm not really sure if I'll keep up with the "Blogging".

Lets be honest, what the fuck do I really have to talk about? Well, I'll tell you...stuff. Some REAL important stuff. For instance, I just finished a book. I cant really tell you about it though because it was a teen novel and I'm trying to sound cool here. "I like bow ties now. Bow ties are cool." That being said, when it gets optioned by FOX in about a month to be the next big teen movie series, I'm totally going to be that person who is like, "Oh, that book? Yeah, I read that ages ago. Yeah, I was a fan from the very beginning. Psht."

In other news, I'm heading to Portland this weekend for a myriad* of family activities.

*Note, this is how my brain works:
Im familiar with the word "myriad". In my mind I use it a lot, however, just now, these are the steps I had to take to spell it correctly.
1.) Type it into Google as "merimid". Yell at the computer when mermaid keeps coming up. FUCK.
2.) Search for synonyms of "variety", thinking it will certainly show up. It doesn't. Consider using multifarious instead, but, knowing someone who knows me may read this one day, I cant use it because that was the first time Id seen that word, and someone will totally know it.
3.) Keep typing different variations of how I think myriad may be spelled. Luckily "miried" brought up myriad and I was in business. It was well worth the detour through the internets to become victorious.

Now, back to my weekend activities...eh, I don't really want to write about those. Maybe when I get back and I have stories to share that are worth sharing. Maybe something with a bear in them or butt pee.

Just now, I considered editing the butt pee section above. But you know what, I talk about butt pee in real life. Maybe like twice a week. This should all be an accurate representation of myself, so, butt pee stays.

I will leave everyone, Gillian and Chelsea that is, with my thought of the day. Wait, sorry, no, I have to publish this now. The cat just did something really cute and I need to go pet her.

Till next time, parting is such sweet sorrow. 0 comments