So I have been thinking about blogging, my blog, and anything I could possibly disclose in my next post ever since I woke up this morning. It's ridiculous. There is such a need to write and express in me at present that it makes me explode with ideas that are horrible and simple and detailed and interesting and unorthodox and just leave with staring open mouthed at a cloud of dust already five miles down the road. No really, feels something like that. Anyways.
Should my posts be short? Do bloggers even ask editing questions to the people who may read them? Are there even any people who make "self conscious" blogs because that definitely feels like something I'm doing. But it's okay. Life is good, for now.
I really like mangoes. Like a lot. Like a whole, whole lot. Something about them is very appealing, what with the red, green, and sometimes yellow, outer covering and super 'licious, orange fruit waiting inside. Come on, they have sass, for fruit. I think they're like the cool cats of the fruit world...Is it weird to have admiration for inanimate objects? Because I do. Thought people should know.
Oh, so. Funny story. I actually have one. This morning, I tried to brush my hair with a toothbrush. Really. I have absolutely no idea what came over me. And it wasn't even like an insane thing. I just reached down and picked up the toothbrush. But the thing is...I don't even brush my hair with a brush. Of any kind...My hair is so thick that I have to run my fingers through it with water and kinda work with it a second. And although that sounds barbaric or what have you, if a brush touched my hair, goodbye normalcy, hello Jew fro. I prefer an anti-Einstein look personally. So yeah. The toothbrush didn't make sense on like...five different levels. What is happening to me? O.o
Oh look. Another funny story. Actually, more just plain old, terrible misfortune. That happens a lot for me. I literally attract trouble and pain and damage and other negative words wherever I go and it's guaranteed that something, whether physical pain or just bad luck, will happen to me nearly every day. I haven't hurt myself...yet...today, so this is good. The story:
Today, I began cleaning my dad's office to earn money for the London marching band trip in December. Not too bad of a job, only takes about an hour and a half and hey, tax free monies! So when I got there, a strange car was blocking the entrance to the parking lot and a strange man was filling in the cracks in the pavement. I was forced to park elsewhere, in an inconvenient location. Things were quickly sorted out and I got into the parking lot, the man got his obtrusive parking spot back, and I was able to clean my office and earn my daily bread. Kidding. But you know. I quickly found out that it was a lot easier to get in than to get out. I walk outside, loaded with cleaning supplies...sorta, and what do I see? A car at the entrance of the parking lot and no man, that's what. I actually had gotten myself TRAPPED...in a parking lot. I'm really just that cool...or unfortunate. I walk around the back of the building; no guy. I look to see if he's eating lunch nearby; no guy. I even knock on the office beside us to see if he's in there; no guy. Finally, I had to call Mom to come rescue me and left my poor car sitting all alone by a few mailboxes. That was at 12 or so. It is now 3:12pm and I have just come home from picking my car up. What an experience.
That's all I have at present, I feel quite tempted to write something later, but all my stories are worn out thus far. Stay cooooool in this scorching weather because it is 98 degrees here and feels like 1000. We could roast eggs on the sidewalk. So yes, eat some ice cubes!
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