Wednesday, August 5, 2009

this...it's a thing

Oh man! Hi! I haven't written an actual blog since BEDA. Which is terrible and depressing and entirely believable.

I mean, I say a blog's-worth of things on twitter every day (two words), for sure, but COME ONE I SHOULD DO THIS MORE OFTEN.

Unless maybe I don't because I don't have things to say, which seems to be the most probable and definite reason the more I type stuff.

Typing stuff in Notepad, because I LIKE NOTEPAD.

Soap operas are horrible.

Sometimes stream of consciousness things are cool, but no.

Skype keeps blooping it up; I've been using skype a lot more often lately, big chats going on pretty much 24/7, and I'm glad I'm in them because normally I feel and am entirely left out by things like this, totally of my own doing though. I just can't stand the possibility of bothering/inconveniencing people by talking to/messaging them, so I don't. All the time, it's like this. And I think and think and think of how fun and cool and excellent it would be to talk to people, but also at the same time I'm totally petrified and feeling entirely inadequate and infinitely boring.

So then! Get this! I DON'T DO ANYTHING EVER. I JUST DON'T FREAKING DO ANYTHING.

Like the Mountain Goats concert that was 10 minutes from my house! I DIDN'T BUY TICKETS IN TIME. Just because I didn't have a concrete way to get there and back and because no one else wanted to go and I just didn't make the effort or something I DON'T KNOW WHY. Well I DO BUT IT SUCKS AND STUFF.

I am lame.

BUT YES SO NOW YEAH.

Failing at Infinite Summer!

Failing at reading anything besides twitter, in general.

I originally ended that last sentence with an exclamation mark, for some reason. It's not that exciting! OH MAN!

Raocow
is a serious, literal genius, in my opinion. He is ridiculously brilliant. I am in love with the way his mind works. He is adorable. The things he says and their context and flow and form is freaking art.

And yeah, whatever, he says he's not like that normally, which obviously, okay, yes, but still, the fact that his mind comes up with the things it does how it does when it does, seriously, I am in love with him.

Rachael Ray is one of if not the worst things ever.

This blog is a fail.