l'histoire de la family

I feel pretty accomplished, I finally figured out how to download music from Myspace. From Myspace! The place for friends! I'm a real wizard for figuring that out, yes indeed.


I've noticed that school is coming up. Exactly a week away. I don't know how I like the fast approach, but I suppose receiving some "edjamacation" is a lot better than laying on your comfortable couch and staring at your humongous television all day. I'm pretty good at that. I wonder if I can do that for a career. If there is a job like that, I'll so drop out of school right now. Right now.

Better yet, being paid twenty bucks an hour playing Tetris everyday for the rest of my life would be a good enough career for me. I'll drop out of school for that too. Yeah, awesome.


Now to end this lame post with something consisting the words "You" and "Tube".

I've decided, this is what I want to do with the rest of my life. Well, after I drop out of high school before my senior year even begins. Drink beer and dance around like a German slut to Tetris music. OH and with some random fern head dude.

Eyeballz Eyeballz Eyeballz

So today I went to the optometrist, you know, to get my eyes checked and what not. It wasn't a very successful appointment, and I'm afraid that I have regretted a choice I had made.

Why is that in any doctor's office you go to, you feel so awkward and out of place? Doctor's are totally ain't my thang, I respect them, I just can't stand them. I learned that I'm a boring patient, or at least a pussy. Gosh, I hate that word, but anyways, I suck at making conversation. I feel so horrible for every doctor and assistant that helps with my needs. All the awkward silences and I can't even ask the stupid generic question "Any fun plans for the weekend?".

While my mother was getting her eyes checked, I was just picking out some new frames. You know, that whole chestnut. Well anyways, just sitting there with some lady assistant gal that seemed nice and fun, and I couldn't make any form of communication. She tried to kill the silence, but I obviously cannot carry on a conversation. I sat there trying on the same pair of frames over and over and twiddling my thumbs. I felt sorry for the poor girl, to have to wait on some boring kid.

I wanted to ask her "Do you like your job?" or "How old are you?", but you know, this gal (a.k.a. me) is too shy for that.

Oh and the doctor! I had a different doctor take care of me, and he made me feel so nervous. He got mad at me that I didn't bring in my contacts. How was I supposed to know that I was to bring both, glasses and contacts? I figured that if I came for new glasses, I'll just wear my glasses. Excuse me mister! Excuse me for not thinking clearly. *sigh* He also went on this huge lecture on how I'm not wearing my two week contacts properly. I felt like a dumb idiot for sure, and the whole dilating my pupils thing. Gah, don't even get my started on that!

I was hoping to get a certain pair of cat eye frame like Vera Wang frames, but instead I got these Vera Wang glasses. Not this colour though, they're tortoise. Yes yes, now imagine me wearing them and tell me I look fabulous.
Well, enough of my day and almost being practically blind and dilated. I'm going to go watch SNL with some yummy chinese food filled with MSG!

Realization

As the minutes progress. As the days go past. As I realize, I have more and more issues.

I'm trying to stick to this blog. I'm trying to commit to something. To anything actually. Since I was a kid, I've always had the problem of not finishing anything I start. Nobody has ever told me to never stop. Nobody has ever told me to finish things. I seem to quit at everything except breathing. It's kind of a hypocritical contradiction.

I am determined to continue with this blog and make it worth while to read. I am determined to make this fun. I am determined to not suck at life.


Actually, that is happening right now.


Well, it's time for a change. Fourrealz dawg.


First things first, get this damn mouse fixed.

So it begins...

I never thought I would be getting one of these things. Wow.


Well, actually I don't see what the big fuss is. I have a Xanga. Private. Online. Journal. Or is it a blog? Is it the same thing? Maybe it's not. Actually I don't think it is. I suppose it doesn't matter.

I'll keep the flow of words going. Typing out fragmented sentences is how I roll.

I suppose this is not even making any sense. I'm quite possibly making a fool of myself.

So, the beginning. How did I come to this? Eh, I'm not exactly sure. I attempt at making a 'zine and I attempt at making an online comic. I'm not a very commited person. I'm just going to attempt at this blog. Try. Commit. Do something damnit!















As Tim Gunn once said, "Make it work!"
I'll make this shit work baby.