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I have a good excuse, really. It's fabulous, creative and imaginative. It's an excuse no one has ever heard before. So, here it is. Prepare to be amazed: I have no excuse. At all. Nana. Nano. Nil. Nothing.
See, now, didn't I tell you it was all those adjectives? It's so good, you should all be bowing at me feet. Or not. Whichever you prefer.
Well, now, I don't know if you should ever have to have excuses for a livejournal which no one probably even reads, and which is of no importance to anyone, except my cat, who loves to sit in my lap as I type these pointless posts. But I haven't been feeling very light and happy at the moment, and I don't like depressing posts. Maybe I should do a whole post in another language. Of course, it'd have to be French, and I don't feel like doing it in French, so that goes out the window.
Hmmmm.............I could mull over a lot of things, but I won't, because most of them don't make positive posts.
Music is always a safe topic, though, so here goes.
I'm addicted to the songs What About Now by Chris Daughtry, If Everyone Cared by Nickelback, Hero by Superchick, Killer Queen by Queen, Viva la Vida by Coldplay and Praying for Time as sung by Carrie Underwood, not George Michaels. You should check them out sometime.
Hmmm. That was short. Life is boring here at the moment. I have nothing good to blog about. I could blog about the fact that I'm being sent to the guidance counselor because my mother thinks I'm depressed (which I don't) but I won't. Yet. If it comes to the absolute bottom of my creative bowl, then I will. But that's basically it, anyway.
Hmmm......It's amazing about how much space random musings take up, isn't it? That's nearly a whole average post's worth of musings about how I can't fill up a post.
Ah well, you know what they say, "Write down the thoughts of the moment, because those that are most valuable are often the lest seeked." Or something like that. It basically means the same thing, though.
Teenage-hood is a hard time. It's not easy, and there's a reason why we're all bitchy, conceited rebels. We're not doing it by choice, it's our hormones taking over our brains and making us into psycho aliens, although some people do pick it, but they're usually more normal and less psycho than the rest of us. Not that I'm saying don't worry if you see scars on our wrists, but just don't send us to a mental hospital right away, okay? Don't worry, we straighten out when we turn 18-20, by which time we'll probably be out of your hair anyway. Life is awesome like that, right?
Hm. Anyway, I think that's my entire post filled with useless crap. Have fun.
See, now, didn't I tell you it was all those adjectives? It's so good, you should all be bowing at me feet. Or not. Whichever you prefer.
Well, now, I don't know if you should ever have to have excuses for a livejournal which no one probably even reads, and which is of no importance to anyone, except my cat, who loves to sit in my lap as I type these pointless posts. But I haven't been feeling very light and happy at the moment, and I don't like depressing posts. Maybe I should do a whole post in another language. Of course, it'd have to be French, and I don't feel like doing it in French, so that goes out the window.
Hmmmm.............I could mull over a lot of things, but I won't, because most of them don't make positive posts.
Music is always a safe topic, though, so here goes.
I'm addicted to the songs What About Now by Chris Daughtry, If Everyone Cared by Nickelback, Hero by Superchick, Killer Queen by Queen, Viva la Vida by Coldplay and Praying for Time as sung by Carrie Underwood, not George Michaels. You should check them out sometime.
Hmmm. That was short. Life is boring here at the moment. I have nothing good to blog about. I could blog about the fact that I'm being sent to the guidance counselor because my mother thinks I'm depressed (which I don't) but I won't. Yet. If it comes to the absolute bottom of my creative bowl, then I will. But that's basically it, anyway.
Hmmm......It's amazing about how much space random musings take up, isn't it? That's nearly a whole average post's worth of musings about how I can't fill up a post.
Ah well, you know what they say, "Write down the thoughts of the moment, because those that are most valuable are often the lest seeked." Or something like that. It basically means the same thing, though.
Teenage-hood is a hard time. It's not easy, and there's a reason why we're all bitchy, conceited rebels. We're not doing it by choice, it's our hormones taking over our brains and making us into psycho aliens, although some people do pick it, but they're usually more normal and less psycho than the rest of us. Not that I'm saying don't worry if you see scars on our wrists, but just don't send us to a mental hospital right away, okay? Don't worry, we straighten out when we turn 18-20, by which time we'll probably be out of your hair anyway. Life is awesome like that, right?
Hm. Anyway, I think that's my entire post filled with useless crap. Have fun.