Well, I've never been much of a blogger. Not that I feel that a "blogger" has a negative connotation, but I feel like the last time I had something like this, it was from some service in which I currently can not remember...but it was cool back in like 2000 or something.

Needless to say, I felt encouraged to write due to the absence of my best friend, Hord (to protect the identity). She's on a cruise, and I normally tell her everything. I guess I didn't realize some of the ridiculous things I tell her until she has left me. Some of these things consist of: the fact that a Sonic is coming to Greenbrook (I saw the sign and went wild), my grandmother's antics, and facebook chatting.

Facebook chat is not just life ruining, but positive all in the same glance. I'm the first to admit to my facebook whoring ways, but the facebook chat has not only ruined, no not ruined, but interrupted my creeping ways. I mean I cam kind of a creepy person, and I'm fine with that, but when someone is basically IMing me on my creeping time, I'm not okay with that. Then I just decide to go off-line (a method in which Hord taught me to do).

I don't actually know what to write on a blog. Is it just about yourself and your random thoughts? Am I selfish for just rambling about my thoughts? I don't really know how this works at all. Which leads me to the only reason I'm writing this is because my "person" has left. Maybe this blog is to fill a void. When I say maybe, I mean definitely.

Now that I've established the WHY about things, I have been dying to write in my actual journal for at least a couple days and have not done so. Thoughts have been flooding my head lately. Forget the fact that I have an altimatium I have yet to deal with...I still have freakin school work! (can I curse on this thing?) I have to develop my portfolio to bring up to Lock Haven that is due in like 2 weeks or so and have not yet made a move on it. I'm obviously procrastinating and waiting for other things to intervein so I don't have to start the portfolio.

Starting things in general absolutely suck. I hate starting new books, I hate starting summer work outs, and I hate starting work that I know I have to do. It's so much easier to pick up something when it is in the middle of things, rather then begin something new. Maybe its like a relationship or something. Starting relationships suck too. Well, starting and ending pretty much suck. However, it proves my case that the middle of all things are the best. Except middle children. I hear that most of them don't like it.

Well, there goes one random tangent after another. Perfect.