Seriously.

I feel like I should post more stuff on here. Every time I check back (which has recently been reduced to every few weeks. I’m terrible, I know.), I’ve had a bunch of views and this time, someone even posted a comment! Thank you, anonymous comment-poster. But seriously, I’m going to try and update this more.

But first, I have a question. What is “tumblr”? I see it all over the place and I have no idea what it is.

Another question (directed at anyone reading this who is a female). Is it just me, or is it just completely satisfying wearing a matching bra and underwear? Mine NEVER EVER match. I love being able to sashay around the house in my knickers when they match. I’m probably not a good roommate for that reason. I love not being dressed.

So. While you were reading about my undies, I made a tumblr. It’s like Twitter + WordPress. It’s pretty raw and uninteresting right now. But I’ll fix it. I need more stuff to check when I get on the computer. I have a relatively inactive facebook and an even more inactive formspring and an e-mail address that never gets anything interesting sent to it. I had a Twitter, but I had no followers so I figured I should just delete it instead of being pathetic and posting updates to nobody. I probably spend too much time on the computer. But either way, I guess it’s more productive to spend that time writing things rather than randomly surfing the web, right? Right???

On sleepless roads, the sleepless go

It’s weird how some days you just feel more alive than others. Or days you feel more or less willing to be alive than others. I guess that’s what happens when you get to thinking. I accept the fact that my life is unremarkable, to say the most. It honestly perplexes me that the majority of people think their lives are truly significant from the other billions of lives there are. Or that they themselves are truly significant. Somewhere, millions of other people are going through the same exact things you are right now. Everybody lives their life almost exactly the same. People you pass on the street or drive by in your car are falling in love (or thinking they are), dealing with a breakup, having a fight with a friend or significant other, worrying about final exams and being excited about summer. But they’re not really people if you don’t know who they are, are they? They’re just nameless faces. They might as well be ghosts. But they all have their own lives, and friends, families and worries. I walk through the aisles in the grocery store and wonder who is having a bad day, or who just got fired, or who just lost a loved one, or who is wondering how they’re going to just make it through the week. And I wonder if they’re wondering the same things I am about the lives of everyone else around them, or if they’re just too concerned with their own to bother. I wonder if people think about offering a smile to a stranger on the off-chance that it might be all they really needed that day. And I also wonder about all those people who actually needed something like a smile from a stranger, but didn’t get one. And it was enough to make them lose hope and decide that there really is nobody who cares. I wonder if those people show up in the obituaries in the newspapers a few days later and are recognized by those strangers as the nobody they paid no mind to. I wonder if they feel guilty and start thinking that maybe they could have done something. What if they HAD done something like offering a smile or a polite conversation to a nobody? Maybe then they wouldn’t have felt like just a nobody anymore and they wouldn’t be in the obituaries. What if that person was a somebody instead of a nobody? Everyone has a somebody in their life who could use a smile right now, but they probably get ignored as if they were a nobody too. It’s weird how it works that way.
There’s a song by Jimmy Eat World called Hear You Me that I’ve been listening to a lot today. “What would you think of me now? So lucky, so strong, so proud. I never said ‘thank you’ for that. Now I’ll never have a chance.” Funny how people never appreciate who they have until they’re gone. And then all they’re left with is what they didn’t do, and what they should have done. They never think about those kinds of things until it’s too late. How convenient.

Stressed Outtttt

Well it’s getting to be the end of the school year so I have a ton of stuff to do. I have a huge science project to do that’s going to take at least a week to do if I work my ass off at it. I had a minor breakdown yesterday afternoon due to sleep deprivation and stress. I was up way too late the night before and I got up way too early. So I was excited all morning to come home and take a decent, hour-long nap before work. And then when I got home and laid down, I got a phone call saying I had to go pick my brother up from school in a half hour. All I wanted to do was just sleep. So. Basically, I had an episode. I feel better now, though.

I went out and bought some new windshield wipers for my car since it’s been raining so much this week and the wiper blades I had were probably three years old. I got those new Rain X Latitude blades that were $40. Good thing they rock because they were a pain in the ass to install for someone car-illiterate such as myself. I hope it rains soon so I can actually use them. If the weather suddenly gets nice, I’ll be angry.

Formsprung.

Yes, it’s true. I finally broke down and got a Formspring. I’m semi-disappointed in myself considering I recently sent a mass insult to the people on Facebook who whore their Formspring out with every other status update. I, myself, do not whore my formspring out with every other status update, but I still feel slightly hypocritical.

My brother hurt his ankle Friday and had to go to the emergency room. The radiologist says it’s not broken, but the ER doctor thinks there’s a crack on the x-ray. So he has to wait a week and then go back for a follow-up. That whole ordeal has been fun. He’s been hobbling around the house on crutches all weekend. Occasionally I’ll hear a  “Moooooooooom” from his room followed by “WHAT NOW, HARRISON?!?!?!”. That never ceases to make me chuckle to myself.

I’m not sure why I even post things on here. Nobody reads it except Garrett.

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