I've heard people talk. They say they don't understand the whole 'blogging' thing. They can't wrap their head around it. They wouldn't know what to write.
Who said you need to know?
Since when were there rules about what you could write.
I honestly don't come in here (and I obviously am using the word 'in' loosely) with a plan.
I just start somewhere, write a bit, and end up somewhere else.
Its just the way things go.


But yeah... thats all.


I'm not sure what I should do about this situation.
I'm close to giving up and retreating again but I want to persue too.
I hate decisions, especially ones that no body else can make for me.
Damned things with the stuff.

I've been thinking that I want to go up to New York and make bad decisions again.
I felt stupid immediately afterward but really in retrospect it was fun.
And I could go for some fun, now.
But I won't.
I won't end up going back up there until December when its time for Mattttttt's birthday.
When we will both be 21 and get blissfully inebriated, legally too.
ANd who knows who I'll meet then...
Lets hope for someone,
And if not then, than even sooner.


I really jsut need a kiss,
I know I already said this, but I am the broken record.
And i know what I want, what I need.
So somebody, some boy needs to fix this. Please. For my sanity.

I know who I'd like it to be , but thats not going to happen. Defintily not yet and possibly never with the idiocy I portray.
Ugh. Why am I me?