Guess why I'm here! Guess, guess! That's right, I has a paper due later today and I don't wanna do it. Not yet. Scary, scary. So instead I will update my non-followers on my life. 'Cuz that's how I roll, bitches.

Alright. News. Let's see... I have a boyfriend now. His name is Charles. If any of you non-followers have read that one post from a while back (in which I was "slightly" crazy) that I have since deleted, you would be vaguely familiar with this kid. As it stands you are not. Vaguely familiar with him. Because I have no subscribers and no one is reading this. Hmm...He has long hair. He wears a lot of black. His wardrobe basically consists of black shirts with smart-ass comments on them, and black tripp pants. He occassionally wears jeans and it's a little shocking whenever he does, because it's hard to adjust to the lack of black. He likes anime and video games. He is also a bit of a redneck, which you wouldn't think would mesh well with gothy/blackness, but he makes it work somehow. I like him.

My family is also moving. My parents bought a house in town (as opposed to the edge of town, where we are now). It's real nice. I get this awesome room. It'll be slightly more awesome if it was carpeted, but my parents are poor, so they're working on it. By working on it, I mean that it won't happen for a few months because they need to pay the contractor, make house payments, and other bills, and crazy. But I shall deal, because I don't feel like paying for my own carpet. That makes me sound lazy and ungrateful, but I'm not rich myself and I am not currently employed and... I like carpet that I don't have to pay for? Yay free carpet?

So, yeah. That is ma life. Oh, yes. And my parents are crazy, and are not employing moving people to move our stuff. They are just renting a moving van and hoping to rope people we know into helping us load and unload it. So far the number of people doing the loading and unloading is two: 1. Me, 2. My dad. Everyone else in my family is working or physically incapable. And we have yet to rope anyone else in. I reiterate: crazy. I'm thinking about asking Charles to help. He'd do it for his girfriend, right? Riiight? Yeah, maybe not.

I feel a little guilty for not posting in a few days. I kept trying to think of topics, and I had one yesterday, (because I was angry about something and wanted to rant), but then I got over it, so I remain topic-less. Hmm.

I saw Zombieland last night. It was awesome! I'm picky about movies, and it was awesome. There were only about 3-4 deep moments in the whole movie, and the rest was comedy, but it was well-thought out, hilarious, etc. And that cameo was great. GO watch it. Now.

Alright, random fact time! I love historical fiction. I don't know why. I don't even know that much about history. But I love it. Leave a comment if you know of any good historical fiction authors. I've read Cynthia Voigt, Donna Jo Napoli, Tracy Chevalier, Alice Hoffman, and Megan Whalen Turner. Tracy Chevalier and Donna Jo Napoli are probably the only authors listed that actually write historical fiction; the others write made-up stuff based very loosely on past societies. But it's good, whatever it is.

I am going to write a crappy-ass blog post just for the sake of making a blog-post. Ok? Ok.

First of all, I'm finding it weird that I have to practice restraint in what I say, perhaps more so that others do, because I live in such a tiny state. If I revealed even some basic information, like where I go to school, or what my dad does for a living, I'm afraid some indentity stealer will be able to find out who I am and take all my money. Or something. I don't know, it's such a strange thing to have to think about how much information a detail of my life could be giving to someone else.

So, here's what I'm willing to tell you right now:

I am in college. And I live at home. I'll be going off and living on campus next year, but right now I'm commuting. I have short hair. Most people, if they have to define what color it is will say blonde, but I think it's more of the bastard child of brown and blonde: sort of a undefinable mix of the two. I am extremely unphotogenic (and I'm not that technolocially...knowledgable, I guess?), otherwise I'd post a pic. I like Harry Potter, and reading, and English and everything. I'm kinda lazy. I procrastinate. I'm really shy, but once I'm comfortable around someone I unleash this crazy crazy happy inner psycho. I want to be a writer. I'm slightly addicted to YouTube. Oh, and I turn twenty in less than a month, which I'm not that thrilled about. Twenty sounds so old. :/

Alright, I'm done for now.

Hey! I'm back! Surprise, surprise, I acutually remembered.

Creepy thing happened: I tried to sign in here, used the wrong e-mail, and actually re-discovered one of my old abandoned blogs. :O It was from a year and a half ago, only had one entry, and was slightly terrible. Go figure.

So, talking. I'm not much good at this in real life, so, um.... aaaaaah.....

I had music class today. I feel like a total ass in that class; I wonder what those kids think of me. I have had some musical experience before and I do have a genius brother who picks up things in about three seconds (who is also in that class, who also has prior musical experience, and who helps me a bit), so I feel like I'm kinda coming off as a know-it-all to the kids that are struggling more than me. Long-ass sentence! And then I got flustered when asked to write something on the board today and looked a bit like I didn't know what I was doing. They were probably thinking "Take that you stuck-up bitch!". Or maybe I'm slightly paranoid. Whatever.

This shit is hard! I am tempted to pump this full of emoticons to ease the awkward awkward stuff I'm writing. But I don't remember seeing emoticons in good blogs. Crap. I'll give myself that one suprised face I put in earlier. That's it. And now I'm going to leave, because without emoticons I have nothing (dramatic much?) ! I'll be back tomorrow? If I have something to talk about? Maybe?

One Oh Five

I must be insane. This is probably the fifth or sixth blog that I have created. The others have been abandoned and forgotten about in the span of about 3 days. Let's see how long this one lasts.

The title, since they forced me to have one (I will hold a grudge about that forever!), is the time at which this blog was created, and will probably be the time I will upload new entries (if it survives, that is). It sucks, but it is one in the morning, and this blog will most likely meet a swift death without anyone being the wiser, so I DON'T CARE. Much. Besides, I'm avoiding a one-page paper on the importance of one word to a poem. Which I am less than thrilled about. And which is due in roughly nine hours. And which I am distracting myself from. So, whatever.

Hmm. Something to talk about... I had a brief obsession with the Romanovs a year ago. When I say "brief obsession", I mean I don't remember much beyond their names, and that Alix loved the color mauve, and that Nicolas sucked as tsar, but hey, whatever. One person's obsession is another person's pathetic excuse for an obsession. Don't judge me.

Ah, the trials of blogging. I think I'm convinced that writing that paper would be a good thing after all. Wish me luck!