another 15 minutes that is really actually 8 minutes but who is really counting?

Alright so I am just going to start typing for 8 minutes technically without stopping. I hate snow. I absolutely loath it right at this moment. I use to love snow because it would get me out of school but now I hate it because I am still expected to be where I am meant to be without delay. I hate this! Really I do. Being grown up is so boring. Why did I wish this on myself. I AM STILL 19 SOMEWHERE IN HERE. Hey some of my bones are technically not as old as I am. I could say that part of my body is still 15. Really though that is kind of weird if you think about it. YOU CAN NEVER REALLY CHANGE. No matter how much you change your outsides your insides are still the same. Your brain cells aren't getting any younger stupid.

But really if all braincells do is relay information and die I find them pretty useless. Like seriously they just up and die on you. At least the cells in your heart hang around. SERIOUSLY

Okay no more cell talk. What is on my desk? A cup from my grade school graduation. Not only did I pass 8th grade but yes we celebrated it. There is a calendar with nothing written on it. A desk lamp. A posing dude that is at the moment holding my class schedule. A fountain that doesn't have any water in it at the moment. A candle holder with no candle. A cup that has no water in it. A bottle that has stuff in it. That is actually kind of funny. The bottle is technically garbage that has been sitting on my desk for two years. I did not like the drink that is still inside it but I liked the bottle. It is an energy drink, or it once was. So when I decided I didn't like I also decided I would keep the bottle. So I put the lid back on while getting back to work and then just left it there. I think I would be sad actually now even if I took the contents of the bottle out. It isn't like it is growing mold. No, whatever it is that is in there now is clear like the original liquid that was in there before it.

Me in one word

I sit and I ponder my life in a nut shell. If one word were written to describe me what would it be? Adventurous? No, I am not so bold. Skeptic? No I am not that questioning. Realist? I hardly live in the real world. Humorist? I am not very good at telling jokes. Crazy? Maybe on good days. Lazy? Sadly on most days. Stupid? I wish. Smart? Not so much. Average? Too boring. Original? I can only hope. Tired? Right now yes I am tired. I think I will go to bed and ponder this question further.

The days to fly

Wow time flies. I hate when I am reading a blog and they don't update for a while. There really isn't anything to say. I am in school and working and that is about it. My sister is engaged...that is pretty cool.
I am think about living out in the middle of nowhere and changing my name to little feather...that is pretty cool to. Other than that there isn't much else to say.

nanowrimo

Okay so next month is National Novel Writing Month! The challenge is to write a 50,000 word novel in one month. If you do write 50,000 words by the end of the month send it to this site and they will give you a little certificate http://www.nanowrimo.org/ . Really the point is not what people will give you but what you will give yourself. While the certificate maybe cool isn't it cooler that you have your own novel at the end?

Lost

Okay...I'm lost. Does anyone have the map? I lost my life map. I thought I put it under the passenger seat but then I realized my life car doesn't have one. I guess if it did I would have gladly given up the drivers seat for a few sound moments to myself. It is literally driving me nuts. Where is my life map! I am lost on the road to success and I think I have taken a detour down the lane of Lazy Do Nothing or maybe I am on the the Road to Self Destruction. There aren't any BP's to stop and get directions at and gosh darn it GPS companies don't make a system for life high ways. Can you tell me where I am? Have I made the right choices? Taken the right paths? Am I a good person? Or am I completely bad?

In Class

I am in class right now. The facts are these: 1. I do not like being told how to think and 2. I don't like being forced to do anything. While the class I am in at the time has nothing to do with any of this, I still feel the need to discuss it.

I like history. Most of the time it reads like a great story. What I don't like is being told how to decode history. Really it drives me nuts. Why can't I come to my own conclusion instead of swallowing someone elses? Oh well...little rant is over.

Humdrum Diddly Dee Life of Me

So today was my last day of freedom before school starts up. I decided to be a bad girl with my cousin and get some Ice Cream. I love Ice Cream sometime, especially sundaes. There are thousands of ways you can have a sundae and still have it be called a sundae. Any combo of toppings is glorious and fantastic so long as it is what you want and the shop has it...though I really do not think meat would go well with ice cream. But if you want it and the store has it go for it buddy. I usually like nuts and fruits and chocolate with butterscotch all mixed up in a delicious combonation.
Selections, choices, options, whatever you want to call it are truly the spice of life. Without such options what is the point of being human? Do you really want the same burger everyday? I don't. I may want pickles and onions one day, a plain one the next, one day I might want extra cheese, and for a month I might not want a burger at all. No offense to anyone who eats the same burger every day though...that is your choice because you are human.
I am not reading really anything at the moment...wish I was. I need a book to read. I finished reading the last of the twilight series. That was interesting. In general it was a good story and not a waste of my time. I smiled and laughed and so on so all in all good. I need a new book though. my need to finish shelf is now filled with finished books.