Spongebob is on, and the sun STILL has not come out completely. Right now Plankton is on a date with Mr. Krab's mother, and all I can think is "what the hell is wrong with me?" I'm pale, wearing a tubetop, and the only thing that I accomplished within the last three days was wash my blanket, and do the dishes. Why in the hell am I still up, and watching Spongebob on Nickelodeon?
Julie, whats that scribbled across your forehead? oh yeah... FAIL.
I'm almost 20 years old, I need to get it together! Needless to say, I have overindulged in the amount of lame stock I purchased... that is, if being lame could actually be sold as stock ( not disabled cows ). You see, I have managed to completely ruin myself academically this semester, and yet all I can do is dream my life away, and think about how stupid my life is right now... for the life of me I can't think of a way to fix it, so all I can do is continue to ponder life and its possibilities. Sometimes too much thinking can be dangerous.. I know I've gotten myself into quite a bit of trouble doing just that. So I tried to think of various ways to get rid of the thoughts, or at least distract myself, from well, myself. So this is why I have decided to create this blog.
Blah blah blah, call it therapy if you will.
Well, seeing as that was my blog intro, it's time to actually begin my blog. I would like to take this moment to disuss my views on love, since it refuses to part ways with my mind. I believe that I am meant to be alone. People say I'm too young to give up, but I know better. My friend told me that everyone can relate to being lonely at one time or another. But what if its not just a "time"... what if its your entire existence? I don't think I could stand that much pain. Michael Buble tells me otherwise...or at least according to his random music video taking place in a grocery store. I dunno, but I'm getting used to the idea of being alone forever. I think that once I become comfortable with the idea, I won't be sad because I will have accepted it as part of my life's path in the world. You know, the first part of recovery is accepting you have a problem. Once I accept that its not in the cards for me, I can recover and move on with my life. Until then, I shall remain hopeless...
Btw, Owl City...what the hell is your problem?! Seriously. You make No sense.
I mean Chris Brown might* have beat Rihanna, but I can forgive him before I ever forgive Owl City for making such crappy music.
Meanwhile... friends and family continue to stay lovely.
