Cookies and Bunches.
Well well well…
I see that I was compelled to join another blog to re-establish my love for ranting endlessly via pixels and other computerized techno-wattayacallit images. I actually used to have a Xanga (I still do.. its just inactive… well sorta… ok fine maybe not so much inactve, anyways…. -.-). Don’t judge me! It was a highschool thing, a fad really, everyone was doing! But it was great! I absolutely loved the idea of typing insignificant and randomized thoughts on concrete pages of html because God knows that the act of writing with your hands is highly outdated and solely reserved for filling bubbles A through E on your scantrons.
I stopped my lovely little Xanga quite a while ago. College boooo. Well it was really becuase I lost my need to express myself in this world of blogging, maybe I got busy, but it’s mostly likely I got lazy. But when I did that, I seemed to have the lost the ability to fully communicate to myself about myself. I feel that I have lost all probable means of self evaluation or better yet, self organization. It’s almost as if the neural pathways in my brain completely shut down and left me to my own demise. You see, college is one of my biggest blessings from the Guy Up Above; I learned so many things about myself and about those around me. I was exposed to such a variety of well …everything! But it was an overload, I wasn’t ready to know all these things about myself. I wasn’t ready. I needed a pacer. Something to slow it all down. Something to help me reflect. I needed time to take everything around me and make it a part of me. But right now, it’s all just bunches. And no one in their right mind wants to go walking around feeling like a load of bunches. I mean, cmon… what the hell is that, that’s not even a valid emotion or even a state of being. But that’s what I feel like… BUNCHES.
So here I am, trying to regain my sanity, my organization. I want to be happy again. I want to be on track. I want to know where I stand in everything. I want to know what I want to be when I grow up. Hell I want to be ready to grow up. I’m so stuck… stuck full of Bunches! I want to get out of bunches! I want to make something out of those bunches! What do you ask I want to make out of them? Well gee golly willikers, I dunno, lines? Ciricles? Ovals, hearts, Rainbows? Clovers maybe a Balloon or two? I dunno I just need to unbunch myself!!!
Now I’m not the best writer in the world, nor am I the most entertaining. So I commend any poor soul who happens to trip on my sad excuse of a personal log, and further more, I will bake cookies for those who actually decide to torture themselves and read this. Much of what I write will not make sense. I repeat, much of what I write WILL NOT make sense (see the above 3 paragraphs), but this is a personal journey for myself maybe even a little bit of a social and psychological experiment ( oh boy do I love those!).
So for now, I will write my frivolous blurbs on this wonderful wordpress.com phenomenon and hopefully gain a little insight about life. And I apologize in advance for my lack of decent grammar and any various spelling errors I will make ( becuase I WILL make them)!
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