…so my friend Michelle had no clue what a blog was and I tried to explain… “uh…you like…post…stuff…”
This particular blog really has no point, I suppose. I don’t have any political stances that I’d care to rant about…I have no superior knowledge of any certain topics to expound upon…nor do I have any profound, thought-provoking, action-warranting ideas to send out into the ever growing abyss known as The Web.
So why am I doing this? The answer is…”uh…I dunno.” I guess I want to feel as if someone, anyone, cares what I had for dinner today, or what I did today. Or maybe it’s just a small way of proving that I exist.
…you know what I love about BLOGS? They’re almost as good as looking into the picture windows of houses as I drive by late at night. I always wonder what is going on inside…what are people doing…what kind of furnishings do they have…what are they having for dinner…that sort of thing. Sort of wierd, I know. But it’s not like voyeurism or anything. I’m interested in how people live.
BLOGS let you see inside the windows of people’s houses..and into their souls. Some BLOGS are political (I skip those), some are homey, some are journals. When I’m reading through them I think…wow…these people are interesting…or damn..these people really need a hobby.
When I was young, I had this friend who fascinated me. Everything about her was interesting. How she kept her room. The cool stuff she always had. The good grades she always received. I used to snoop in her room. She’d run to the bathroom, and I’d be in her desk drawer. Never to steal or anything. Just to look. She was always pretty organized and always had the newest, coolest things. Eventually, I’d try to emulate her. If she had something new…I’d get one too…although, it was usually a cheap knock-off of some sort. In sixth grade I earned the only “A” in science that I’ve ever received because I was emulating her. We did our homework together…and I copied her studying style…worked at styling my handwriting so that it looked like hers.
These days I stay out of desk drawers and am just too tired to look into the windows of houses as I drive on by…but I still wonder what’s inside.
…so I broke down and went for an eye exam. It’s not the age issue that made me avoid it for as long as possible. They just plain hurt too much, all the time (my eyes, that is). So now I am the proud owner of a pair of reading glasses.
…something funny happened while I was trying on specs at D. O. C. I looked in the mirror…..and my head was huge! My cheeks were puffy..and wait for it—-I had a double chin! Either I really needed a prescription or someone must have monkeyed with the mirror in my bathroom, cuz I’m pretty sure that isn’t how I looked when I left for work this morning. I mean…am I dillusional? do I really look that way? scary.
Okay…so I’m going to try this for the third time. Why is it that I can’t find something I like and stick with it. Maybe that’s why I’m always desperately seeking something. Maybe this time I’m looking for the right “thing”.
Europe is 3 months and 2 days away!!