When I Was Young

Ok, so I'm not exactly getting up there in the years but the point is that I feel like it. Kinda. I miss when I used to go out on the weekends. I miss when I wasn't juggling all the cooking, housework, animals, homework and everything else like a clown playing with chainsaws. It sounds absolutely horrible to say but the only thing about my mom leaving that is really bothering me is that I'm always exhausted and weak from life. I hate it. I especially hate it because there's not a snowball's chance in hell that I'm going to show it. Anyone whose been here knows that the real backbreaker is the acting tough. Pretending to be strong is what finally kicks us in the knees and knocks us to the ground. And I am just so eagerly anticipating that. Having to play part-time mother and housewife on top of Senior Project and college prep is starting to make my head feel like a shaken up snowglobe after a three year old has discovered it and vigorously beat it to death in that way that three-year olds are prone to doing. Man, I never thought I'd agree with a commercial. Life really does come at you fast. And it goes by a hell of a lot faster. I feel like I've been chasing after a huge bus that has LIFE written on the side and about four hundred seventy three miles later, I just realized I really don't want to catch up. The only problem is that the line of people behind me chasing after it to with a big sign over their heads that reads SOCIETY won't let me stop and drag along behind. I have to keep running or get trampled to death. Stupid survival instinct. No matter how tempted I am to get trampled, I'm still running.

Freezing my-ooh, look a dead kitty!

You ever hated the world? Yep, yep. You ever hated everyone around you just for being people? Just passed that roadmarker. You ever hated the world and its damn people so much you want to be magically swept off to a secluded cabin in the middle of fricken Alaska with no other living thing but your dog and a multitude of hungry wolves and bears waiting outside to eat you? Well, if your answer was yes, welcome to the cozy little cell in Tartarus where I'm making that wish. Drafty cabin, ten minutes of sunlight, lots of books, and a companion that can't talk? Oh yeah, that's paradise. Frostbite aside, totally what I'm looking for.

Blah...

That's right. Blah.

There would be a random picture but I'm on my sister's computer which means no good pictures.

Double blah with a side of grrr and an extra sprinkle of Nieh!

Dear Amanda?

Seriously? What the hell? Mark, are you really going to start every posting with 'Dear Amanda'? Can't you throw in an occasional, 'Dear Sharkey' or a 'Dear Morgan'? Hey. John Lennon's available for listening. Kinda.

http://dear-amanda-central.blogspot.com

In case you don't want to scroll down far enough to see my list of blogs to follow.

My Way of Checking if Mark read anything

You're on the phone with me. Say "Flustered Flobberworm" or "Boo!" if you find that easier.

Stupid Boredom Fairy

There is nothing worse than being bored. Tie me up to a tree and give me ten minutes to get loose before you set the tree on fire. That would be totally preferable. At least I wouldn't be bored, now would I? Having abosolutely nothing to do is torturous. Seriously. And it makes you say stupid things. Total boredom usually ends in calling up someone you don't talk to that often and rambling on about nothing important and saying things you'll regret later just to say something. At this point in the boredom, you're usually annoyed and therefore will sound that way. The Boredom-Fairy is somewhere laughing her damn sparkly wings off at all the people suffering from her blasted fairy dust!

Valentine's Day Shopping

GRRR!!! I hate this holiday! But it is hilarious! Expensive, evil, and hilarious! I went to four different stores. For two different people! Hey, Cupid, get your arrow-shooting arse down here and give Hallmark's advantage-taking butt a piece of your mind, would ya? Geez!

Follow the damn butterflies, would ya?

Ron would have been oh so ecstatic if someone had said that to him instead of the ever-popular "follow the spiders" line. That worked out great, didn't it? Nearly eaten by the King Kong of the Spider-world and saved by a car with a mind of its own?





You may be asking why this is relevant.





It isn't.





It's entirely random.





Haha. I win.





Why?





Because you read it.





So there.