I Only Like Triangles

Happy Earth Day, everyone! I hope yours was wonderful and that you planted a lot of trees and flowers.

Anyway, I haven't gotten any new music recently. Not even iTunes free downloads, just coz they don't look very interesting.

I've been thinking lately, this blog is really quite a waste of internet space. I could do the exact same things I do here in my journal and it wouldn't be any different. Well, I wouldn't be able to share all my stuff. And some people do want to know what's going on with me, even if they don't care what I ate today and how my poops were and stuff. JUST KIDDING, I would never talk about things like that. You never know who will read this stuff or why. I can see it now... my possible boss goes googling me and finds me talking about poop on my blog. Or the people who keep clicking "Next Blog>>" or the boy I'm about to date is doing a creepy background check. You neva know...

But back on subject (I used to get in so much trouble in school for getting off topic in papers; teachers hate that, and they never understood that that was part of my paper), I haven't been doing much of anything lately. Except sleeping. and that is always fun. I'm about to start the Deathly Hallows. Um, I get the mail an awful lot. Um, I am extremely grateful for the existence of deodorant, considering the terrible heat we are suffering down here. Hmmm what else... I've been reading through my old journals and marveling at how much of a drama queen I was (and still am) and how awkward I was (and still am) and how very dumb I was. (look at that-- I still am!) But I prefer to look at how far I've come. (and try not to think about how far I have to go) But you don't want to hear about that.

I've been wondering if anyone else has this problem. See I have this dreadful disease where I love to read, but then when people ask me what I'm reading, I hate to tell them. Why is this? I think it stems from the habit of getting ticked off when people interrupt me reading to ask me what I am reading, so I just get mad even if they didn't interrupt me. Does that make sense?

I also suffer from a natural inclination to choose the minority option in any situation and to be "different." I believe this qualifies me to be a hipster. But if I do choose what is different, that means I'm letting what other people think influence what I love. THIS IS TERRIBLE; I MUST RESIST. So I'm gonna come out and say it: the Hunger Games are my second favorite book series, followed closely by Harry Potter, and Abarat in first place. I KNOW I'm so mainstream. *Sob*

I kid. I mean, I wasn't kidding about the being a budding hipster or resisting the temptation to choose "different" things or loving Harry Potter and the Hunger Games, just the being sad about being all mainstream. That's the word hipsters use, right? Either way, if I can head this off before I become one of those annoying people that wears old 3-D glasses all the time, I will be successful.

Uh just ignore that.

See you later!