formerly written in a Myspace blog, then moved here
Ok, I feel bad now. I've been on Myspace.com for a month(ish), and I don't use it for anything except to keep track of exactly what music I listen to, what movies I like, and what books I'm currently enjoying. I have 2 friends, which totally satisfies me, since one is Nisha and the other one is the guy who runs the site and friends everyone. I edit my profile all the time, but I never look for people or make more friends. I like it the way it is. Besides, I had to change my profile from looking for dating/serious relationships and friends to just friends because I kept getting creepy "let's hook up" messages from sketchy men in the allentown area, all of whom were older than me, I might add. I might not have minded so much if they weren't ALL OLD ENOUGH TO BE MY FATHER. That was what slightly freaked me out.
Ok, I don't have anything vital to add to the above except that I'm so proud of someone important to me who got published recently. If I was speaking to this person, I'd tell them, but since I'm not, I'll post it here and hope it gets back to them, since this gets a helluva lot of exposure. Surprisingly enough, it's viewed by friends from Muhlenberg, friends from home, and friends of friends from both places. Very strange.
Something else that's strange. DEAD silence from everywhere in this house. Strange, since my cousins are such B-R-A-T-S, that they're always fighting or whining to get their way. You'd think since there were two of them that it wouldn't be so bad, but their parents spoil them something awful. Ridiculous!! I feel bad coming in and being the hard-ass babysitter, but I refuse to deal with brats who fuss when they don't get their way. I understand that they miss their mom, but I flat-out refuse to spoil them or coddle them in the same way. I'll give hugs and make food, but I don't reward selfish, spoiled behavior. Although, oddly enough things are going well. It's nice.
I'm relatively happy at the moment, which is strange for me. Happy is not exactly an emotion I've been familiar with recently, so it's nice to be reacquainted with it. Hopefully, it'll stick around long enough for me to learn how to bring it back once in a while.
I'm going back to my nice cozy bed with the stack of books piled next to it. I'm swearing to read actual literature before this summer's over, and not just romance novels (which is what most of the stack is). Looking at the list of authors that I like, it's almost sickening how many are childhood remnants or romance authors. I think I need to read actual books now. Either that or find new authors to try. I'm getting frustrated with the ones I know, but I haven't found any new ones (except Nick Hornby) in the past year or so that I really like. Maybe when I go home (as I'm currently in Massachusetts, babysitting for my mom's sister who's in Europe, and I'm insanely jealous of that, of course), I'll hit the New Hartford library and browse until I have a stack of new titles/authors. Should work, except NH has way too many romance novels that I enjoy, so I'll probably end up with a stack of those instead. Oh, well. At least it's a good intention.
If anybody's got suggestions, by all means, pass them on. I could use some fresh ideas. My mother just keeps giving me romance titles, which is all well and good, but not when I'm trying to read normal stuff.
Wow, 2 entries in one day. That's a new record of boredom. :P
-me-
Ok, I don't have anything vital to add to the above except that I'm so proud of someone important to me who got published recently. If I was speaking to this person, I'd tell them, but since I'm not, I'll post it here and hope it gets back to them, since this gets a helluva lot of exposure. Surprisingly enough, it's viewed by friends from Muhlenberg, friends from home, and friends of friends from both places. Very strange.
Something else that's strange. DEAD silence from everywhere in this house. Strange, since my cousins are such B-R-A-T-S, that they're always fighting or whining to get their way. You'd think since there were two of them that it wouldn't be so bad, but their parents spoil them something awful. Ridiculous!! I feel bad coming in and being the hard-ass babysitter, but I refuse to deal with brats who fuss when they don't get their way. I understand that they miss their mom, but I flat-out refuse to spoil them or coddle them in the same way. I'll give hugs and make food, but I don't reward selfish, spoiled behavior. Although, oddly enough things are going well. It's nice.
I'm relatively happy at the moment, which is strange for me. Happy is not exactly an emotion I've been familiar with recently, so it's nice to be reacquainted with it. Hopefully, it'll stick around long enough for me to learn how to bring it back once in a while.
I'm going back to my nice cozy bed with the stack of books piled next to it. I'm swearing to read actual literature before this summer's over, and not just romance novels (which is what most of the stack is). Looking at the list of authors that I like, it's almost sickening how many are childhood remnants or romance authors. I think I need to read actual books now. Either that or find new authors to try. I'm getting frustrated with the ones I know, but I haven't found any new ones (except Nick Hornby) in the past year or so that I really like. Maybe when I go home (as I'm currently in Massachusetts, babysitting for my mom's sister who's in Europe, and I'm insanely jealous of that, of course), I'll hit the New Hartford library and browse until I have a stack of new titles/authors. Should work, except NH has way too many romance novels that I enjoy, so I'll probably end up with a stack of those instead. Oh, well. At least it's a good intention.
If anybody's got suggestions, by all means, pass them on. I could use some fresh ideas. My mother just keeps giving me romance titles, which is all well and good, but not when I'm trying to read normal stuff.
Wow, 2 entries in one day. That's a new record of boredom. :P
-me-