I've never really had a blog before...I've been keeping journals and stuff for..Oh wow. Like, seven years. Just about half my life. Geez. Does that make me a nerd, or what? Maybe not. I dunno. But here I am, starting a blog. Probably because I never get a chance to write in my journal anymore. Between school, homework, and working, well, and just life in general, I just sort of forget. By the end of the day, when I do remember, I'm absolutely exhausted, and bed is the only thing that sounds good to me. I dunno how long or how much I'll be writing here. I'm not even clear with myself on how much about my life I'm comfortable putting down on the internet. I've listed this as a private blog, but still, the net is the net right. XD. Maybe I'm just paranoid. It just seems to me that if I were to right anything about anyone I know in here, it would almost be like a violation of their trust. For instance, by boyfriend has a blog. He very rarely writes anything in it that is of a personal nature. And when he does, he's careful about naming names, and what he says. To me, that almost defeats the purpose of writing down your feelings and your thoughts. If you can't be free in expressing your emotions, it almost seems better to keep them to yourself. My. What would I do if I lived in a country where I wasn't free to say what I wanted. And if I'm not going to write my feeling, what would I write? Reading other blogs, there's tons of stuff about TV shows, and techie stuff, Hollywood gossip, stuff like that. For the most part, things like that are of no consequence to me. Maybe some of the stuff I see on the news would get me to writing. Like a couple of months ago when some teenagers got a car, and a paintball gun, and drove around shooting people with it. I was absolutely struck by the utter stupidity/immaturity of that. And it this point, the tought occurs to me that all this writing, about 1/3 of the posting limit, is mashed together into one mondo paragraph. Wow, I really am a nerd. That certainly isn't at all relevant. But relevance is also irrelevant. No one even knows I have this blog, yet, so what on earth does it matter what I write in here? A few minutes ago I was complaining that I had no clue what to write about. Apparently I'm a rather contradictory person. Like I didn't already know that, though. But yeah. The wonderful thing about the internet is that it's so easy to change something. If I don't like something I've written, or decide don't want people reading it, poof, delete. And if, for some reason, I do decide I want people to read this, well, it's awfully easy for me to just change the Blog Status from Private to Public. Duh, though. Tis rather obvious, but nevertheless, I felt like stating that, so I did. Why not? Meh, this is more than good enough for a first entry. Probably a lot longer than some people's, not that it really matters. Sometimes, it's awfully easy for me to write everything about nothing.
Nothing to write about really, and yet perseverence prevails (redundancy there) and I am writing. About nothing. Again. Makes me wonder why on Earth I got this thing in the first place. Oh, yeah. For the heck of it. XD. Babysitting tonight. Not bad. Dirty house, but the kids'll be in bed. Tomorrow, however, I get to waste two hours of my time babysitting the demanding demon children from the depths of hell. I really need to get a real job. I can only take so much of all these kids. I don't even like kids! Gah. And then, of course, there is packing. Two weeks from now, I'll be in a new house. It seems so weird to me since I can't even remember the house we lived in before this one! I'll be at school when the actual moving is done, so I leave home from one house in the morning, and go home to a different house in the afternoon. Weirdness. I'm kinda glad I dun have to help with the moving, though. Non-fun. Packing is a *^$#@ and unpacking will likely be just as bad. Plus, my bedroom is going to be way smaller, and I wont ahve my own bathroom, which I am so not looking forward to. That's life for you.