Well today I must say, was exciting.

As I was sitting here watching E!, and I had an itch on my upper thigh. So I went to scratch it, and saw it was a tick. I hate ticks, I just hate knowing that there's something on me that's alive, ha. So I got up, and put some Vaselene on the tick, it wasn't really in my skin yet. I picked it off with tweezers, but it was still on me. Then I pulled it off with Peroxide.

Welcome to my exciting life.

I don't know what to do. I care, I know I do care, I know that feeling is there, that I do care about you...but I don't know why I'm feeling this way. You're the one I always talk to, but now things just seem...different. I need someone to talk to, someone to attach myself to, again.

Well, though nobody reads this, I'm back. For good, I think. Though I said this last time, I need to write here.

Since I can't think of anything to write, this is going to be a photo blog, it will be, it will be.
For real.

(Though of course, this post doesn't have a picture.)

Hey, so it's me again. Of course, no one's been reading this blog anyway, so I suppose it doesn't matter.

I've changed a lot over the course of these few (really, many) months. I've become sadder, possibly more wise. I've done things that I told myself I'd never do.

Maybe this is just a mood, at night time I tend to get depressed.

Anyway. This shouldn't be a depressing blog, though I don't feel like saying anything happy, ha.

:)

I just randomly made a song lyric/poem!

Throw the phone on the floor
I can't take it anymore.

Wow, I guess when I'm fed up with something, I can make something. Now, if I actually can continue...let's see.

Throw the phone on the floor
I can't take it anymore

the pointless conversations that don't go anywhere
you and me weren't meant to be a pair

I'm tired of our walks where you just stare
did I make it obvious to you yet that I don't care?

Whoa. Go Margaret.

Poor fool he makes me laugh

Hello, hello. Back from the city, back from the love of my life, The Phantom of the Opera.

Anyway, I won't talk about The Phantom of the Opera, for risk of going into cardiac arrest, instead of...well, I'm not very sure.

I am a published writer, now, though.
Okay, so not published, but in the local paper. Still, that counts somewhat, right?

Just an update post I guess, more pictures to come.