Pre-Ocupied

An interesting affair, I must say. Just spent about an hour randomly cleaning my own bathroom. In class today they told us keeping a blog helps improve your writing. No, really? Very very tired, might see some people I haven't seen in a very long time tomorrow. I was contemplating the perfect man and have come to the conclusion that everyone has different, secret requirements that they need in order to love that 'perfect' man. Now, I don't specify the perfect woman, because I think every woman is perfect, in our own, perfect way. Anyway, as I was saying: The Perfect Man. My man must be mostly passion, partly clean, and a good and fair chunk of sweetness. There are other, more specific requirements, but those are the main things. And, if I may add, PERSONALITY AND CREATIVITY. I know I'm setting myself up for a screwed up loser, but if you can make me laugh, you're half in my pants already. And I want someone who will freaking touch me! I've found that the people I most want to be all over me are the farthest away, and the people who do touch me are creeper-stalkers who I wish would just let me be. Hmm, what else do I want in my man? Well, I want someone smart; at least as smart as me or smarter. I'm sick of all these stupid, ignorant people. They erk me. I was thinking of this perfect man because I have a virtual baby I must raise on my own and I was thinking about who I would want to have a baby with. But, you see, I don't want kids, and even if I ended up with one, I don't want to get married! Commitment, yuck! Besides, it would seem the happily married couple is becoming an endangered species. I just hope it's all these Baby Boomers fudging the numbers, and not the death of true love and such. Back to Perfect Man. Manners are an almost requirement. They should be a full one, but the chance of that is slim to none unless I end up with a homeschooler. And having maners will counteract some of the other things I want. I have this thing with older men and beards, I have no clue why, but I'm just randomly attracted. Not OLD old, like Middle Age creeper and a school girl, but a few years older than me is fine by me. I could go on for hours, but I can no longer keep my eyes open. Nighty-Night.
Allons-y!

GAAARRRR!!!!!

I find myself a little bit mad at the world at the moment. The reason for this being that my college's website is not cooperating as it should and it hasn't with me for some time. And to top it off, I'm just getting over minor surgery, so I'm strung out on drugs and when I'm not I'm in pain. AND we're starting a new novel, a 509 pager. ABRIDGED. So, yeah. I'm glad I started this blog when I did, because now I have someone to rant to, something which I am surprisingly lacking in the real world. I'm who everyone else rants to, so by the time they're done spilling their guts to me, they're too exhausted to hear my problems. I live in a mansion inhabited by a Neanderthal and a cave inhabited by a gentleman. Curse these unending trials! I know I could have it eversomuch worse off, but my problems are my problems and your problems are your problems, so let's keep it that way. Rereading what I have just typed, I realize I speak in a scattered dialect and I'm the only one who could possibly derive any decipherable statements from it. I not only write this way, I actually talk like this in really life. Just goes to show how messed up my friends must be to put up with me. One of the good things about my friends is that most of them give the best hugs ever and most of them usually smell very very good. Benefit of being sort of small # 28: It's easier for people to pick you up and spin you around in a hug. Oy vey, I'm surrounded by cats! Granted, domesticated, but a handful all the same. Have you ever pondered old phrases/words like inasmuch and notwithstanding? I love words like that, but they never get used!! It erks me. Fare thee well, faithful reader. I shall soon return with more thrilling tales of my escipades.
Allons-y!

Where to?

Good Evening, Ladies, Gentlemen, Hybrids, Undecideds, and those who don't go by societies expectations of gender and form. I welcome you to my first blog post, feel free to bask in it's glory. Please forgive any spelling or grammar errors, but inform me of them all the same. Anyway, I wanted to use this blog as a way to get back into the swing of writing, a skill which I have been neglecting as of late, and to inspire myself to see the world as soon as possible. You see, I've found in recent years a growing urge to be away from home exploring all this planet (and perhaps another) has to offer. Where this came from I cannot guess, but it has stuck with me for quite some time now, so I think it's time I started paying attention to it. Money is going to be an issue in my travels, as well as age, seeing as I'm not yet of the proper age to be traipsing about the globe with nothing but a pack over my shoulder and joy in my heart. Nor am I of the funds to even consider doing so, but I really think that this blog will keep me motivated to save my money and keep my head up in times such as these when all hope for my expedition seems lost to a world where the man who freed millions is on a coin worth next to nothing. I'm not asking for money, in fact 'm not even going to hint at where I am so you can't even think of sending me a cent even if you wanted to. So, there.  Anyway, just wanted to get this first post out there for the world to see, more later on where I wish to go and what I wish to do when I get there. Allons-y!