Well, It Isn't 2010 Anymore

Usually I'm really crazy when it comes to years changing and stuff, but I think I've realized that nothing really changes when its a new year. Only a number. Besides, I thought it was 2011 last year, so I have like, a whole another year of life ahead of me that I didn't even know about.

Audience: What's your New Years resolutions?

Me: Be better.

Audience: At what?

Me: At being me.

Audience: ...

I know, that's lame, but its easy to remember and not very hard to do. Actually I haven't put any effort into it at all. I'm pretty good at being a socially awkward, teenage, crazy, artistic, ditzy, girl. (More adjectives are welcomed.)

I've been thinking lately. Like, a lot, and I don't even remember what I've been thinking about. Its like some gears in my brain have unclogged and I realize how pointless everything is. And by everything, I mean nothing. I hoped that confused you as much as it did me.

Dec. 7th, 2010, Tuesday:

"Ummm... There's a weird squeaky noise thingy happening somewhere in my house. (Pause) I just investigated, turned out to be my light bulb. Probably because its an energy saver, or maybe its a fly shrieking away because its slowly being cooked to death."

That's just a look into the stuff I write in my journal every night before I go to bed. I probably could've found a better excerpt, but I just opened to Dec. 7th. So, yeah. Hope you enjoyed my inner most thoughts.

~GroovyBandGeek