Cans

You can't close a can, so it carries a certain sense of urgency. You need to drink it before it  spills, you need to drink it before you go anywhere. You can't take it on the bus and you can't leave it around your house because dust will settle into it or a fly might get in there and you wouldn't even be able to see it.
That's another problem with cans, you can't see through them. Someone could slip something in there and you wouldn't even know until you drank it. Hell, they could add a poison, and the poison could change the colour of the drink if it damn well wanted, but you wouldn't know, because it's in a can.

But cans are made out of aluminum, which is pretty sweet. So we'll deal.

(this is why I buy my energy drinks in the big cans, you know, with the tops on them. Not because I need that much energy drink, but because I can close it, and take it on the bus, and take it to work.
I guess I'm not only paying for more energy drink (Which I don't even need) but I'm also paying for the convince of the lid. I guess I'm getting screwed by the corporation.
And it tastes like taurine and ginseng. Delish)

I don't mind wearing my underwear on the outside.

You know, I've been thinking a lot lately, and by lately I mean; I'm always thinking, just lately my thoughts been more relevant to the world.


Like, everyone I've ever been close to has been "messed up" if you will. Now I know everyone is messed up. I'm pretty messed up myself, I know you're messed up *points violently at the screen*, but I mean messed up in the traditional sense. Most of the people I've ever super cared about have been depressed or had family problems or those types of things and the kinds of things that go along with them. (I've given out a fair share of hugs in my life, I'm pretty sure I'm really good at it by now, just so you all know. ) So my mother told me last night "You don't have to be the strong one, you don't have to be the superhero" To which I replied "I don't mind, I look really good in spandex and a cape". (Pause for super awesome "Hex as a sexy super-lady" mental images, you know you want to) But I've been thinking, and it's true, I don't mind wearing my underwear on the outside. I have a way to deal with things, I dunno, I just get over it. I'm pretty level headed and I'm stable. I have a consistent home life, a present and caring family. I care a lot about people and being there for everyone makes me feel good. It never seems like too much to handle or think about.

Also, when I have issues, I have people, as long as those people stick around, then I'll be fine, and sometimes, when I can't deal with other people's issues, then I'll tell them, and hope they understand. As long as I have understanding people, I'll be fine. I'll be fine. I'm having as much fun as humanly possible and trying to spread it around. I try to smile and laugh whenever I can and honestly, I'm having the time of my life.



It's a little tiring though, having the time of your life. A nap would be nice.

Fun fact: I own the comic of which the following art is cover art for.

Not quite ready for sleep yet

I JUST WROTE A WHOLE FUCKING BLOG ABOUT HOW MUCH I CARE AND THEN I ACCIDENTALLY THE WHOLE THING.


I think the universe is telling me to sum it all up so I can sleep.
So I'm going to do it.
I'm just going to
Write it in plain language. 


I cried because I cared, I couldn't help it, I just wanted to be able to take all the pain away and leave the good times.
I couldn't stop crying because I care so much. so much. I care. I love. I love. I love.
And It scares me so much, because I don't have anything to compare it to. I don't know how real this is, but it feels really real.


None of it means any sense without context. I had some more context in, but I accidentally backspaced it... then the draft saved immediately afterwards.


I love.


It's midnight, I need to sleep. 

Hah hah!

So, I think the blogging craze has died down enough for me to start posting my deep dark secrets, hm?
Also, "Betty" just posted some pretty srs biz on her blog, and it got me in the mood.
Also, yesterday, I was at a song writing workshop, and I wrote some stuff down and came to a realization.
Secrets = Regrets.
I've kept things secret, and I have problems saying things sometimes, and I realize that I don't regret them, so why keep them a secret. It's dumb.
Also, saying things out loud doesn't make them real, thinking them makes them the most real that they can be.

That being said, I had a MARVELOUS FUCKING DAY YESTERDAY.
After freeing myself of some emotional bonds, A friend who lives far away came to visit. (Hereby referred to as Red) So Me and Harold And Red And CBAT all went downtown to traipse around a bit.
The following is a list of amazing things that happened.

• Harold wrote a song about beard envy with some help.
• CBAT and Red Licked slugs. (Well, the same slug)
• We walked into a mall, where all the shops were closed, CBAT jumped up and ran around on the fountain, The security guard lady came over the P.A and said "GET OFF THE FOUNTAIN"
• Ran into someone after mentioning them and other coincidences. (aka, Universe approves)
• Strawberry Rhubarb Tarts

And some other stuff.

Anyways, deepdarksecret tim- wait, just a sec. deep dark secrets postponed until after I announce my excitableness about

HALO, FUCKING REACH. It looks so good, gaah, I'm pumped.

Ehehm, At anyrate, yesterday, after a fabulous day, I have never felt more in love. (which isn't hard, really, but you know what I mean.)

NOW, GO READ BETTY'S BLOG BECAUSE SHE'S MUCH MORE INTERESTING AND MORE ABLE TO TALK ABOUT HER FEELINGS THEN ME.

http://chaos-is-beautiful.blogspot.com/

Llama Ryhmes With Drama

FINALLY, Blogger was being a jerk and not loading the composition box properly, I was starting to get frustrated.
Also, because It seems firefox has given up on the wonders of spell check, I'm blogging from google chrome.
I love google chrome for it's fast work-ocity, but not for it's for "collecting all your informationlol". Oh well, privacy in these times is merely an illusion (remind me to blog about privacy)
But I promised you a tale of high drama for today, so high drama there will be... Sort of.
See, I kind of feel guilty for running of my mouth on my blog about one specific person, even if no names will be said, just because I know If I start writing, I'll just keep writing and shit will get out of hand.

       But what the heck ever, I need to get some shit off my chest. If you actually know me IRL, you've probably heard this rant.

         Don't you hate it when you do nearly nothing of consequence wrong, and someone flips the fuck out and decides to block you out of their lives. Like, so there's this one person, right. And I said some stuff about their boyfriend right, but the thing is, I said it to her face, and also, directly to her boyfriend (not to his face, because, you know, I don't like him all that much) so she knew I said it, and didn't even tell me to lay off. Not at all. Then, all of a sudden, something changes (like I made a decision that she didn't agree with or something, I'm not entirely sure) and then BAM I've been blocked by her on facebook (after she left a rather rude comment that I couldn't reply to even if I wanted to) and she's talking about how much of a bitch I am, talking about things that happened months ago that she didn't have any problem with months ago, but for some reason, matter now.
          Anyways, the stupidity blows my mind, and I really don't want to deal with it anymore, but my problem is that if she showed up and apologized and then acted like it had never happened, I would probably accept her as a friend again, because I'm a big fucking softy and I have no backbone. Also, because I still care about her, I don't know about you, but I can't stop caring overnight. Gosh.

ANYWAYS, THAT WAS LIFE DRAMA, NOTHING TO SEE HERE, MOVE ALONG, MOVE ALONG.