Water boiling on the stove, ramen sitting quietly, the urge to play animal's crossing, laundry turning, the taste of chocolate and a deep hatred for my brother.

Ah, Saturdays.

I am really weird.

Hello Again, My Long Lost Readers

       Life is a strange thing---or rather, people are. I've found how little I change day to day but looking back, even just to 2011, I am entirely different from the person I was then. It partially bothers me, yes, but there's nothing I can do about it. I was more fun, less awkward back then (saying that as though it was a long time ago, but it isn't). I even knew who I was then (entering soul-searchy mode). I was more random, didn't think quite so much, time went slower, many things were better then, but not entirely. I cant say I remember currently anything I like about now, because we've entered soul-searchy mood, but I'm more mature, which bugs me sometimes ( A LOT ).

Basically all I'm saying is that I think too often!

And not about the right things.

Like, confusing things.......

Things that make you all weird and depressed....

On to brighter topics!

       I know, I know, no matter how often I say (nag voice) "Wah wah wah, Imna post more often, and derr, I've matured so much from when I last posted, durr." It happens every time, because whenever I decide, Hey! Lets randomly check back on that blog you made at some point in time! That you never remember to do anything with! And lets say you'll post more often! Lets see how that turns out!

       Actually, I made a blog sometime early 2010, because my best friend had made one, and I was all like "I want one too!" So, I didn't have a Gmail account yet, and I was for some reason against making one for this, so I went to Gmail, found that my sister was logged in, and made one on her account. Stupid, right? So whenever I wanted to blog, I had to hope that she was logged in. And I would only blog when I thought no one would walk into the room, or when no one was home. I WAS SO STUPID! And so, eventually (though I'm still surprised no one has discovered my old blog yet) , when I finally made my very own Gmail account, I made another blog.

Yeppers.

     And we all know how that turned out. Actually, I could write often and well, just pain-stakingly on my ipod, because a lot lately I've had moments in life where I would just be like 'Hey, I could blog about this!' But I.... don't remember them now......

Sadly I forgot was going to be sadly.....

But yes, I just skillfully avoided being found out, just now. My father came home, needed to burn CD's on this computer, yada yada yada, 

(heehee I've never said yada yada yada before....its kinda weird....)

I am skilled with the art of sneaking and hiding.

I am proud of the fact.

Yes.

       Because, he had to burn disks for a person's Quincenera, I believe I spelled that correctly, and I don't know, worded my way into a few more seconds of the computer, saved what I had written, and clicked on another of the eighty tabs my sister keeps open at all times. And then wrote everything down for him. The songs, he had to list, I wrote every single one in tiny print.

Yep.

Its weird, I haven't rambled in quite a while.

Its kind of fun, though I know not how you feel about it. 

Though no one will read this for a long time unless I tell my friend that 'Im gonna write more often', or by chance.

Either way, I'm again, going to try to blog more often, like, once a week. 

I can do that.

I...think.....

Though I'm saying this from my sister's laptop

(Oh hey, by the way I'm using my sister's laptop!)

Which is really easy and comfortable, and I cant blog off my ipod now for some reason.....it says the format isn't right......

So I'll have to blog from the downstairs computer that my mother lives on.....so

GOOD LUCK WITH THAT!

It'll all be so much easier the summer before my senior year, because then I'll have a laptop of my own! So I can easily and quickly blog whenever! Plus I'll be able to drive and have a job, so It'll all be filled to the rambling point with stories....of....life.....of mine....

It could be interesting, but, WHO KNOWS?

Geez, I seriously am rambling, like, a lot. 

A lot a lot.

Yeah.

Its fun in the moment, but the post may sound annoying, or anti-iwanttoreadthis-mactic.

I'm sorry.

I'm a weird lady.

       I Love my dreams. Not like, I LOVE THEM. With a fiery burning passion of a thousand hot white suns.

And a burrito.

      Because my sub conscience is a lovely place, never mind the endless chasms of stuff no one has ever dared venture, not even myself, but I do still love it. Even when it scares me, with a nightmare of some sort, or a really un-comfortable dream, which I've had both recently, woke up in a cold sweat.

It was a bad thing, but I'm glad anyway. For the sake of myself. Or, I don't know how to word it. 

The other day I declared I should just start making up my own words, and that's a good idea. I should. But I wouldn't like it, because it would feel right. Maybe.

I am a xelpa.

It doesn't work.

I'm afraid I'm saying something in some far-off language.

Or I am a gehaigksla.

It doesn't work, either!

A jumble of letters isn't aesthetically pleasing.

Not-at-all.

For me, at least. And I'm the only one who matters here, its my blog no one reads for Magic's sake! (Magic is my cat that resembles a Bombay) (But he is way more handsome)

But now speaking of cats, Lexi has gone...

So there's Tony, Magic, and Chloe.

Tony is the senior member and doesn't have too long, we found out he has diabetes and is now relying on insulin shots while he eats, because his blood sugar is like, EXTREMELY high, and the insulin isn't working very well, who knows why, and why am I talking about the condition of my cat on my blog?

Ill just go ahead and list all the animals currently living in my household: Tony, Magic, Chloe, Wheatley, Chip, Gasper, Monte, Courtez, Scooby, and the ghost that lives in the attic.

Three cats, one Beta, Four Guinea pigs, a dog and a not actually there ghost.

Why am I still talking about this?

Christmas!

I still must make my best friend an awesome-tastic scarf for Christmas.

I cant wait to smell like candy corn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But now I am finished blogging.

Goodbye, readers.

(Not sure if I should continue going Au revoir, or.......)

PEACE OUT MA BITCHES

(Sorry this isnt too long :( )