Good Morning

I just woke up and it's 3pm i'm so proud of myself
I had the weirdest dreams.
But I'm not going to write about them, let's be honest 90% of the time people lie about their dreams. Why wouldn't they? Dreams are the easiest possible thing to lie about, ever. I used to always believe the dreams people told me. I even found them kind of interesting at times, unless they were those dreams about elephants who turned into the wicked witch and then all of a sudden your kidnapper was chasing you through the woods and he was your cat but not really your cat more like something out of the woods but you could look at him and see your cat and then your diet coke was the fountain but it turned white...you get what I mean, just dreams that really make no fucking sense.
other than those dreams were all good by me, i enjoyed em and usually believed as well.
Then one day someone told me why they hated hearing about dreams because they are almost always lies. since then i have always looked at talking about dreams and hearing about dreams in that same way. i started thinking about the millions of dreams i'd lied about, and then i started thinking about the millions of dreams that were told to me that were probably all lies too. i wasn't upset or anything. dream lying is a pretty small form of deceit. But why waste your time I guess is the point. I don't know. Maybe the way I looked at dream telling before was better, maybe not. it's something that would probably be more enjoyable to just be unknowingly decieved about, because it really doesn't matter

Birthday

My blog doesn't have a point but my point today is that today is the 18th birthday of an amazing person that recently came back into my life. Last night, 2 hours before turning 18, she knocked over a trash can while driving away from my house, completely sober. The most important part of that statement was the sober part, but knocking over the trash can was pretty important too. I can tell it's gunna be a good year. I love you :)
Happy birthday

I am such a slob

I need to clean this shit up and where is my deodorant

Buttons

Make an inference off of what you write
Or the fact that you have nothing to do tonight
Well maybe I'm saying this to spite
Your misconstrued opinions

Sometimes I really just don't want to make a title

Shoot a little lower and aim a little higher
Let your voice be heard but don't drown out the choir
Tell the truth just enough so they don't call you a liar
I think you get my point.

Well

Honestly, it's not a big deal
You'll figure it out, you'll get the feel
It's not for me, but I get the appeal
Somebody tell me the truth
Well I guess if you really want to hear
I'll say it nice, so it's not so clear
Maybe after another beer
This won't be such a big deal
I'm so busy sitting in between
What you say and what you mean
The jokes, the lies, the coming clean
That actually
Maybe
I don't know
Well kind of
I guess
Sorta
you know?
I really don't get where you want this to go
Honestly, it's not a big deal...

Haha

I'm just ridiculously funny

In between

I'm in between. In between jobs, in between school and a GED, in between friends leaving and friends staying, in between sleeping and not sleeping, in between trying to let go and trying to hang on with all that I can.
And this is where I stop, because you can only be vague in blogs, because only vague truth can go public. plus I have to poop. Not much vague truth on that one.

Happy banana, Sad Toad

When I was sad, I'd listen to sad music, because it made me happier. When I was happy I listened to happy music because sad music just slowed me down.
I can't listen to sad music lately, at all. It makes me fucking crazy. But I wouldn't say I'm happy.

Thirsty

So im going to go get my drank on.

Nonsense

Everyone's got
A direction these days
Pornography and the marines
Exotic trips to the Philippines
Child care and coffee beans
Everyone's got
A destination these days
A left turn at an intersection
A flight to make with one connection
Yoga mats and introspection
Everyone's got
A reason these days
Dollar bills and family trees
Friday nights at apple bees
Frat parties and STD's
Everyone's got
An excuse these days
Overworked and underpaid
Knocked up by a hand grenade
Crashed the brand new escalade
Everyone's got
A plan these days
Make my money just to start all over
Move to the country and buy a Range-Rover
Eat lucky charms, find the four-leaf clover
Everyone's had
Enough these days.

Milk Was a Bad Choice

Today I decided it would be a fun idea to re-read one of my favorite books of all time, Lolita by Vladmir Nabokov.
I decided this before I realized that I was reading it at work. I work with small children. I was reading a book about pedophilia. Bad planning. Terrible planning.
My literary interests reflect none of my personal life/views.
Sorry for any potentially awkward misconceptions.