Actually, I really don't have a clue what I'm doing right now.

Questions

Questions make people apprehensive. I think it takes practice to be good at asking questions. I usually like to start with something so left field that people end up feeling comfortable in a hopelessly pointless conversation.

1. If you could be a number?
2. What is your favorite capital city?
3. If you were in an alternate universe where spinach people ruled the world, what social class would you be in?
4. How many shoes can you tie in a minute?
5. Do you like pancake batter?
6. If you were a piece of silverware what would you be?
6. Have you ever wanted to live in the jungle?
7. If you lived in the jungle with only one shoe, which shoe would you prefer: the left or the right?
8. Does the smell of gasoline upset you?
9. If you actually saw Big Foot would you tell anyone?
10. What's your favorite shade of blue?
11. What's your favorite kitchen appliance?
12. If you had a squirrel, what would you name it?
13. What's your favorite letter of the alphabet.


That will do.

Quilts

Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.

Thoughts for today: way unmotivated.

Not sure what to do with myself. I tend to find a little snippet of peace after dowsing writing from my fingertips. Wow. Way to be a dork.

I highly advise never burning anything to blu ray, especially with special features because you're going to be in for a looooooooooooooooo--ng ride.

So lets see, maybe it's just me but there's a few things that should be somewhat of annoyance for a twenty-two year old female. I usually don't feel safe to spiel about what ticks me off about the modern life and all its step-child cousins, but to be honest I have this pair of rose colored sunglasses super glued to my eyes and so I have been cursed to my own little world... to which contains about that much limit to its pissed off expletives. I think everyone is in their own little world though, I mean you only get to live as one being, please tell me that's true...

Lets get this straight -- because I do have a good life lesson here for anyone who has stumbled upon this haphazard -- just because someone is crabby, crabby pants, or crabby pants deluxe, don't let that bring you down. I've been down for about a week and I've been neglecting those who actually care about me. So, just because someone doesn't see you eye to eye or have a keen understanding of who you are, don't bother with them. They're too wrapped up into their own egotistical game and you know what, you're a whole lot more interesting than they give you credit, so keep your charms.

I'm tired of the scoffers. The selfish people. Those who think they own something. We are but only dust, and we will become dust yet once more. Say goodbye to the physical, pretty sure there's something beyond the happy little sky and all its friends, but just as it is something for my mind to tackle and appreciate, it's much more difficult for me to put into perspective. Maybe if I sponge up my mind and quit trying to rationalize with my own pithy words, my actual beliefs will come out rather than be squelched.

I forgot how much I love writing, even when all I throw out is trite. I feel bad for those who get in the way of my scrambling for words, I usually mean it quite sincerely, I think though that getting my thoughts onto something I can read back is far more medicinal than anything else.





Recognize, what a weird command. I hope you recognize... reckoner? Why am I listening to this song? Eh. Why not... just gimme gees an we be clubbin' now.




Why hello Mr. Dashing, have you seen Mrs. Apostrophing?