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If anyone is reading this blog, who is not one of the 1-5 people who I know has/is reading this blog, please leave a comment so I know you're out there.

At any rate, I reconnected with an old friend today, It was awesome, she looks good, seems good, has a future mapped out and everything. We had a really good time reminiscing and nostalgia'ing the shit out of ourselves. She can drive... I need to get my licence.. Really bad. 

The internet is getting boring. I've seen it all at this point, the only thing left to do is resort to blogging and flash games. OH, I know what I'll do, I'll download starcraft 2. Aww yeah.

How? Just like that.

I walked out of the Zellers with the pokemon cards in my hand, and I didn't feel bad in the least.

I freaking love pokemon. It's true, In fact just mentioning the word pokemon in this blog makes me want to go finish Soul Silver. Gah.

Anyone who thinks Pokemon is lame or just for kids is a jerk. Pokemon is srs biz. The older you get, the more serious it gets.

Of course, in many ways, I am very childlike, for instance; I still sleep with a blankey I've had when I was born. I was talking to a few friends about this yesterday, including Betty/Shyanna from the blog over yonder. She said that it seems that our generation is more accepting of sleeping with Blankies and stuffed toys, while previous generations had a pressure to give those things up at a certain age. I realized she was right.

Of course, I'm also childlike in other ways too, like my positive outlook, my tendency to give people the benefit of the doubt, and generally see good in the whole world and everyone in it. Kids are usually like that.
Also, I'm pretty sure I'm going to live forever. That sounds a little naive when I say it, but really, I have some points behind it. (Though the points could probably be dis proven by some really smart scientist or someone....or could they? Hm.)

If you could wear my sneakers.

So, Sheree Fitch ( http://www.shereefitch.com/ ) was one of my favourite authors as a child. She wrote "Toes in my Nose and other poems" Which was my FAVOURITE book as a child, aside from the magic school bus. That book was so worn down that it had fallen apart into two chunks of pages. Me and my mom would read each chunk as a separate book.

Now, of course, I work at a library, I shelve books for a wage, these books include Sheree Fitch's books. At one point, I took it upon myself to read the "about the author" (I enjoy doing that, I learn many things about Margret and H.A Rey, Hilary Knight, Melanie Watt.... I read a lot of picture books...)

So, Reading the about the author of beloved Sheree Fitch, I realized that, up until a few years ago SHE HAD BEEN LIVING DOWN THE STREET FROM ME.
That's right, up until about 2006, Sheree Fitch had lived naught a five minute walk from my old house, or the one I moved into.
Five minutes away. From both houses (Well, both my current place of residence and my previous one, both of which i have aforementioned,  are about a five minute walk away from each other as well.)

Of course, Now she lives somewhere in the states most of the time. Terrific.

Funfact: I COULD HAVE HAD A SIGNED BOOK, BUT NO.

2000 mega....dethables of power.

It's nine-fucking-thirty and my eyes are still fuzzy from sleep and I'm wearing the best PJ pants in the world.
Also I have some really great friends.
Friday I sat around and watch a shhiiitton of horror movies with a few friends, and it was great. Strangers was really good, Cannibal holocaust was gross, but amusing and The santa one was just dumb.
BEFORE that, however, I jammed to an awesome old Hedley tune, some Brittany spears and got air conditioning installed. Fuck yes. (We installed the a/c while listing to brit spears's hit me baby one more time, at one point we caught my dad singing along to the chrous and Shy amd I laughed)

Today I'm in for a day of junk food and video games. Fuck yes.


Also, This fucking song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ALHUPYogDSM

I'm so glad I'm still blogging.

There are secrets in my blogs.
My first blog was on April 12th, about me and about jousting, and looking back and rereading it, it seems like a typical blog post, but writing the words "My Boyfriend" actually was a big step for me. I was still having issues with being open about thoughts and feelings.

At anyrate, I'm glad I'm still blogging, because it will serve it's purpose as a time capsule and a document recording my life, starting on April 12th 2010 and ending eventually. I Remember realizing I needed a blog in the weeks before April 12th. I was reading a book on the internet and sharing and there was a bunch going on in my life that I didn't know what to do about. 

Life Snippit: At this moment, I am sitting on my bed, It's almost time to go to work. I'm typing away while Batman is playing Saints Row 2. Batman showed up at my house randomly around two, watched me play Saint's Row for a while, then promptly fell asleep watching Dragon Ball Z abridged. I woke him up with bacon.

Funfact: In my room I can see:

The woman your man could misspell like.

You know, when I'm at work I'll think of something to blog about. And because I work in a library, there's always some paper and a pen around. so when I have a brilliant idea of something to blog about, then I write it down. Usually once I think of one thing, I'll keep thinking of other things and I'll end up with a list of about 3- 5 things to blog about.

Of course, two day's later, when I sit down to blog, I can't remeber any of them, so I get up, walk around my room and seek out the small peice of paper.

Which, you know, has also disappeared.

Maybe everything I thought would be a good idea to blog about were actually awful idea's, and by loosing the paper, I've been done a favour.

FUNFACT: You know this guy?

The Man your man could spell like?
His name is Isaiah Mustafa.
This is his IMDB Page:
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2248149/