I Don't Know
What it is but I just wanna get to know you.
I don't smoke pot. I never have, I never plan on it. I figure by this time in my life I have my vices figured out. I already know what I do that most others wouldn't approve of but I'm ok with all of it. None of them (yeah, the two, maybe that I have, ok, maybe only one) are illegal. If I become super famous someday and people research this stupid blog as though anyone actually cares what I think/thought about at this time in my life, then they will know that overall I'm a genuinely good person. I'm just kind of crazy.
I am not a unique snowflake. Although I have a side that most people don't see, and never experience, it's really not all that big of a deal. I just know that it is not necessary to reveal all of me to everyone, but that's the way everyone is. As open and genuine as I am, I have a couple of secrets, but they would have no impact on my place in the world. I don't live an amazingly secretive double life or anything. I just go about my business. As I think about it though, there isn't a side of me that NO ONE is aware of. I need a lot of help getting through this thing called life. There's all these stupid online quizes and most of them are pointless, inaccurate and are based on absolutely nothing (like rate your life, who in their right mind would give me an 8.8?) One of the things though that one of mine said was that my weakness is my neccessity to rely on others. I thought that was strange. I kind of always knew that other people are very important in my life. I have very few secrets that absolutely no one else knows about but that's usually because others are involved in my activities and therefore know about them. I was wondering though if I have an overreliance on others. I don't think I do. I just am aware that I share issues I have with others, not for their feedback, opinion or advice, but mostly just to work through things verbally. As I share with someone I have to decide what I want to tell and what I don't want to tell. Many times there are things I leave out. It makes me realize the whole situation and what's important (what I'm hiding) and what anyone can know about that I can easily figure out and discard.
This is pointless. I have time before class so I had a thought. That's another thing. I think a ton of random pointless thoughts. Things that just breeze through my mind that dont' matter but I have a tendancy to expand them to the point where anyone who isnt thinking what I'm thinking might think I think it to be a bigger deal that it actually is. Think, think think. I thought THOUGHT I should put that word in there a couple more times.
This particular moment I have nothing else to say. I actually have a ton to say, but it's nothing I want to share with anyone else. I'm mostly just trying to kill time until I have to go to class. I also have to go potty. HAHA! Aren't you glad you're still reading.
I've come to another conclusion. I'm not very funny. I might be entertaining in person, but when it comes to writing down a story or even retelling one, it always ends up with me saying, "I guess you had to be there." Nobody likes those kind of stories. Those stories are a waste of time. When I tell one of those stories I feel bad because if it took me three minutes to tell it, that it three minutes of the listener's life that they will never get back. They spent three precious moments listening to a story of mine they could never relate to and found no humor in. Maybe I should stop telling stories. I'll leave them to other people.
I don't smoke pot. I don't know how to smoke. You'd think it would be really easy right, hold to lips, breathe in, cough. Nope, it's a skill. Which makes me wonder why anyone would smoke anything ever in the first place. Not only is it difficult to do but it's bad for your health. What in the world would possess someone to attempt something like that. Who likes coughing anyway?
I'll be your number one with a bullet, loaded gun complex cock it and pull it.
Not very innocent lyics, catchy tune though.
Am I slow, did it seriousy take me 17 minutes to type all this out? Hmm... I miss Jackie. Cotter and I need to talk more, but I'm glad we're talking; we will make it through this year and next summer will be just as incredible as the last.
Maybe that 8.8 is accurate. There is something seriously wrong with me though. Someone nicknamed me Pollyanna (I had to look up who it was because I didn't know) but I was flattered. The nickname got brought up when others were talking about me (why would anyone waste their time talking about a girl who cant tell humerous stories) and someone said that I remind them of Pollyanna. I am very cheerful and able to spread joy and happiness to others while improving their lives simply by being in it. No pressure though! (<--- Echo friends, that exclaimation point is a joke, anyone who knows the superdork side of me knows how much I hate sentences that end with !!!!!!!!!) I have my breakdowns. My moments where the stress is so high I dont' know what to do, but somehow I always bounce back quite well.
Time for school!!!!!!!!!!!!
exactly 20 minutes.
I don't smoke pot. I never have, I never plan on it. I figure by this time in my life I have my vices figured out. I already know what I do that most others wouldn't approve of but I'm ok with all of it. None of them (yeah, the two, maybe that I have, ok, maybe only one) are illegal. If I become super famous someday and people research this stupid blog as though anyone actually cares what I think/thought about at this time in my life, then they will know that overall I'm a genuinely good person. I'm just kind of crazy.
I am not a unique snowflake. Although I have a side that most people don't see, and never experience, it's really not all that big of a deal. I just know that it is not necessary to reveal all of me to everyone, but that's the way everyone is. As open and genuine as I am, I have a couple of secrets, but they would have no impact on my place in the world. I don't live an amazingly secretive double life or anything. I just go about my business. As I think about it though, there isn't a side of me that NO ONE is aware of. I need a lot of help getting through this thing called life. There's all these stupid online quizes and most of them are pointless, inaccurate and are based on absolutely nothing (like rate your life, who in their right mind would give me an 8.8?) One of the things though that one of mine said was that my weakness is my neccessity to rely on others. I thought that was strange. I kind of always knew that other people are very important in my life. I have very few secrets that absolutely no one else knows about but that's usually because others are involved in my activities and therefore know about them. I was wondering though if I have an overreliance on others. I don't think I do. I just am aware that I share issues I have with others, not for their feedback, opinion or advice, but mostly just to work through things verbally. As I share with someone I have to decide what I want to tell and what I don't want to tell. Many times there are things I leave out. It makes me realize the whole situation and what's important (what I'm hiding) and what anyone can know about that I can easily figure out and discard.
This is pointless. I have time before class so I had a thought. That's another thing. I think a ton of random pointless thoughts. Things that just breeze through my mind that dont' matter but I have a tendancy to expand them to the point where anyone who isnt thinking what I'm thinking might think I think it to be a bigger deal that it actually is. Think, think think. I thought THOUGHT I should put that word in there a couple more times.
This particular moment I have nothing else to say. I actually have a ton to say, but it's nothing I want to share with anyone else. I'm mostly just trying to kill time until I have to go to class. I also have to go potty. HAHA! Aren't you glad you're still reading.
I've come to another conclusion. I'm not very funny. I might be entertaining in person, but when it comes to writing down a story or even retelling one, it always ends up with me saying, "I guess you had to be there." Nobody likes those kind of stories. Those stories are a waste of time. When I tell one of those stories I feel bad because if it took me three minutes to tell it, that it three minutes of the listener's life that they will never get back. They spent three precious moments listening to a story of mine they could never relate to and found no humor in. Maybe I should stop telling stories. I'll leave them to other people.
I don't smoke pot. I don't know how to smoke. You'd think it would be really easy right, hold to lips, breathe in, cough. Nope, it's a skill. Which makes me wonder why anyone would smoke anything ever in the first place. Not only is it difficult to do but it's bad for your health. What in the world would possess someone to attempt something like that. Who likes coughing anyway?
I'll be your number one with a bullet, loaded gun complex cock it and pull it.
Not very innocent lyics, catchy tune though.
Am I slow, did it seriousy take me 17 minutes to type all this out? Hmm... I miss Jackie. Cotter and I need to talk more, but I'm glad we're talking; we will make it through this year and next summer will be just as incredible as the last.
Maybe that 8.8 is accurate. There is something seriously wrong with me though. Someone nicknamed me Pollyanna (I had to look up who it was because I didn't know) but I was flattered. The nickname got brought up when others were talking about me (why would anyone waste their time talking about a girl who cant tell humerous stories) and someone said that I remind them of Pollyanna. I am very cheerful and able to spread joy and happiness to others while improving their lives simply by being in it. No pressure though! (<--- Echo friends, that exclaimation point is a joke, anyone who knows the superdork side of me knows how much I hate sentences that end with !!!!!!!!!) I have my breakdowns. My moments where the stress is so high I dont' know what to do, but somehow I always bounce back quite well.
Time for school!!!!!!!!!!!!
exactly 20 minutes.