This is usually how my blogging experience goes. I'll sit and stare at this for 2378342 minutes, well, not always with a Wyclef Jean tab at the top. Joyous. And then I just flip through my brain's files looking for something to write about. I wish I could spit out everything stuck in this huge noggin of mine. Trust me, there is a lot going on in there. Then, I find something to write about but strangely it never ends up on my blog. Story of my life.
(omg I can't even get this post out because my nephews keep complaining about their video games and I have to get up every 5 minutes to fix something or to change games or to dry some tears or to change the game to a movie.) *sigh* Ok, so...
I could write about how I hate my job. It's boring. It's uncomfortable at times.
I could write about how my duties at church are stressing me out because I want the activities we plan to work and I rush around making sure everyone is happy. Or how planning and preparing for the weekly activities wears me out. Nah. That's just too boring.
I could write about a discussion we had at church last week.
I could write about how I have 20 books in my room that I need to read but instead I spend my free time either sleeping or sitting on Twitter and facebook all the live long day. I should probably get around to doing that, which reminds me that I should also get around to cleaning my room and doing laundry. I guess that shall be my Valentine's Day activity.
OH! Speaking of Valentine's Day! I could write about how my dating life has been as dry as the Sahara desert. And *just* when I think I like a guy something happens and then he's gone. A mirage. It's not that I am freaking out because I don't have a boyfriend, it's that I wouldn't mind getting out every once in a while for fun. I need to start getting out more. I know that. But I'm 26 and....I should stop here. I think I just found a possibility for my next post.