A lot of random thoughts, I guess.

It's been a while since I've written one of these things. Not much has really happened outside of myself, I'm just in an introspective mood. And I want to talk about stuff.

For some reason, this textbox doesn't allow me to Tab to indent my paragraph. That's really unfair. Haha. Sometimes I feel like writing "haha" next to something seems arrogant, like I'm laughing at my own sentence that truly isn't even funny, but it makes it less serious. I don't want people to think I'm like droning on and on about total nonsense, even if I am. Besides, there are probably like two and a half people reading this anyway, and I really don't think they'll mind.

I considered pulling out my diary and writing really personal stuff down, but I was too lazy to walk to my bookshelf, pick up my diary, open it, and start penning. (Is penning a verb?) I was on facebook anyway.

One thing that really upsets me about facebook users, particularly, a few people that I'm friends with: when they are like "I'm ugly. :( Like this status if you disagree! HMU YO!" I'm just like, wow. When I feel ugly, I just don't look in the mirror. Or I vent to a close friend about it. It's sad that many don't do that anymore. Some find their self-worth in how many people "like" their status, or how many text messages they get. I'm striving not to be one of those people, but I'd be lying if I said I've never felt a little bit better after getting some input from my facebook "friends" on the deep song lyrics I posted that weren't even mine. Haha. Technology..

One thing that makes me nervous about adult life is paying bills, and keeping track of money. A.) I like spending money on fun things, and have trouble getting the money to my dad just for my data plan. B.) For some reason, I can't even keep up with the simple addition and subtraction in my checkbook. I've tried to lay-off using my card so often, just so I don't have to mess with my transaction register. It's terrible. I really dislike numbers. I think I could go without them completely; who really needs to know what time it is? People made out just fine thousands of years ago by using the sun and stars and all that cool stuff in the universe to tell time.

One thing that bothers me about people I don't know well: when they try to make me talk for no reason. I went to a baby shower about a month ago, and I was kind of keeping to myself; I really didn't have anything to say of importance. So I was just quietly standing by one of the chairs at my work place, and this girl I work with comes up to me and goes, "Why aren't you talking?" or something to that effect, and I go, "I don't always feel the need to talk," and she was like, "Oh.." and walked away. I was just telling the truth. I don't feel like I should always be talking, because when I do that, I say really stupid things that replay over and over in my mind until I forget about them. When I do that, my mouth goes faster than my brain. Projectile word vomit?

I just noticed I've begun each new subject with "One thing.." I apologize for the redundancy.

I realy like music. I would say I love it, but what is love anyway? Haha, just kidding. I love music. All kinds of it. Right now, I'm listening to Needtobreathe-they are amazing, you should look them up--because I really need some Jesus music. I love Jesus, too, but I'm still working on that part.

The other night, this guy at the Refuge, this local show about fifteen minutes from my house, sits down at a table where myself and a couple others had just sat at. He goes, "Wow, that band was really great.." or something. And we were like "Yeah, they really were." And he goes into this soliloquy about how music speaks for us when we don't have the words to describe our heart's innermost cries, or some crap like that. (Haha,it was beautiful!) And then he was like, "Wow, I need to write that down before I forget!" I laughed. You probably didn't; trust me, it was a lot more interesting in person.

I think it would be neat to have a blog that is actually active. Like where people give their feedback and stuff. Maybe one day, when I'm famous.. Hah, yeah. Right.