scabs.

decidedly, i dont have a lot to blog about these days, apart from the fact that i like chewing pencils for that woody taste and the gnarled texture, and that for me, watching paint dry is infact enthralling because, y'know what kids, dried paint is a little like a scab, and scabs gives me a nostalgic sense of being young and how showing off your big crusty scabs made you reign supreme over the other commoners on the play ground, where as if you flashed some scabby skin these days it'd be assumed you had herpes. if only things were as simple as it was when you were young. here i stand, fast approaching 18, and come monday i will legally be considered an adult of sorts, though what i wouldnt give to be climbing tree's and having that solitude you got when you were a bullied kid like me, and youd think about insignificant things that back then were 10 times more significant and meaningful than any other aspect of life, like the dilema of which beanie baby to purchase next. those were the days, the simple days, where the most advanced technology was snake II on your nokia 3310 and staying out past 8pm was a sin. now id give my left nut to be able to stay in bed at 8pm and do nothing, to be able to sleep without a stir and pass my days without worrying about the big bad world. the only quality i still have as i did when i was a kid was the feeling of being misunderstood.. not in a cliche way, i dont want sympathy, empathy, whatever other bullshit, just sometimes i wonder if i need to be sent back to my own planet just so i know im not the only one who has such a troubled mind.

Never you mind.

yet again here comes my frequent search for an excuse to try and redeem myself from you furrowed brows as you implore me with the question "what could have possibly been doing that is more important than writing blogs?!". truth is folks, there aint one, and there aint no way no how that i can try and put it that will conjure a smile back onto them chops of yours. thing is, i think ive actually got a life now? i say "i think" because i still do not know what you would qualify as having a "life" or what would warrant being called "social" or "interacting with the outside world" but whatever its called, ive been doing it a lot and its got right in the way of my blogging time, and its about as fun as a limp penis. BUT, i cannot actually complain, ive been so very busy doing work, which, yes, is going exceedingly well, thanks for asking. also, i am a member of a prestigious and high esteemed group of adventurers, therefore my adventuring antics are another thing i can safely blame for not keeping on track with this blog. my life has turned into a cycle of wake up, go to college, do work, nap in the art room, eat sweet chili kettle chips, go home, eat noodles, do more work, go to sleep and continue the cycle until the weekend where anthony gets thrown into the mix, and resumes his place firmly as having my undivided attention all weekend. throughout this cycle you may have noticed some things; A) it would appear that i do not go to the toilet anymore. B) crisps and noodles cant be a healthy diet for a growing girl. but most importantly... C) BLOGS ARE NOT A PART OF MY CYCLE AS THEY USED TO BE. anyway whatever, i cant even remember what ive been doing since i last blogged. being pretty dull and a hard working young woman, nothing interesting for you kids. maybe i'll return tomorrow with some a genuinely interesting blog (doubt.)