What do you think courage means?

It means you don't let people fuck with you, your family, or your friends.


The other day I was talking to someone about creepy phone calls. We were saying how weird people would call our places of employment and ask weird questions. She used to work as a manager of denny's a long, long, long time ago. This dude would call once a week around 3 or 4 o'clock in the morning and ask whoever answered the phone,"What kind of pantyhose do you have on?"

I used to have a job that required that I had to wear a name tag. People would just say the weirdest things. So, I put a fake name on my name tag; Marilyn. That was my name for over a year. There was this one guy who always flirted with me and even called where I worked and asked to speak to Marilyn. Creepy.

Anyways, there is this guy that calls me periodically. It's never from the same number. I mean, I know who the person is and all, but I have no way of contacting them, if that makes sense. So, he calls and tells me how he is in love with me and how he thinks about me all the time. Weird, right? He also has a girlfriend. It really makes me feel awkward and uncomfortable. And the calls always come at weird hours, too. It could be the time zone differences, but still. Guys are so stupid.

I haven't been on here in forever. It makes me sad. This whole blog was basically one huge run on sentence. Today I was watching Tyra and they were talking about how UCLA did a study about people who keep diaries. The study showed people who keep diaries are more happy than those who don't. Does this blog count as a diary? I hope. It does relieve some stress to just vent on here. It does make me laugh that people actually get on here and read the stupid shit I say. So funny.

Anyways, I'm going to bed now.
I love you.

What do you think about when you can't fall asleep?

That seems to be when my thoughts go in all these crazy directions.
I usually think about stuff I rather not, like dying and other dumb shit.
I usually write stuff when I'm trying to sleep.
So, sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, write something down, and then re-read it the next morning.
It can be so awkward sometimes.
Most of the time it's funny.
I really love sleeping.
It's one of my favorite past times, but I feel like I'm missing out on so much stuff while I'm sleeping.
For some reason, whenever I take a picture of myself, it always looks like I just snorted a line of coke.
Classy, right?
You can pay for school, but you can't buy class.

What do you think about people who take advantage of others?

It's really shitty.

I'm been listening to this one band lately. I can't even remotely start to explain how much I love them. They make me feel so good when I listen to them.

I feel like I'm going through this really awkward stage right now, but I'm loving every single second of it. I just feel like wearing all black all the time. Not that I'm down or anything. I just think I'm most confident in black. So many great people wore all black. Think about it, Johnny Cash, Joan Jett. I'm sure there are more.

I really like bagels. I haven't had a bagel in forever. I love the bagels at panera. They have the best hazelnut cream cheese ever. So delicious. I'm going to bed now.

What do you think about ghosts?

I have way too many opinions to put into one little blog.
I know there are things out there that can't be explained.
I know I've had things happen to me.
I'll leave it at that.

I'm not a fan of concept albums.
But since we're talking about ghosts, I recommend Armor For Sleep's What To Do When You Are Dead.
It's a unusual album and I really like it.
Armor For Sleep have always been one of my favorite bands.
I found out a couple of days ago that they have decided to call it quits.

I don't really like to have other people's writings on here but I really liked the concept of this thought.

to me a song is like a snapshot of a moment, real or made-up, and the band that takes that snapshot is like a camera. i was really happy and proud of the pictures that came out of our little camera, but i would have much rather put in on a shelf for me and all of us to look at with fond memories than to feel this intense need to make it take high-def panoramic mosaics when maybe it was constructed to handle polaroid film. it's as simple as that.

Anyways, that's all.
Goodnight.

Hello October.

So, I kind of took a month off from here.
I live a busy life.



When I was little, my older cousins thought I looked a lot like that girl.
I wonder what she is up to now a days?...
Any clue?


I just washed and conditioned my hair.
Feels good.

I pulled a muscle in my neck.
It hurts.

I know I'm behind on this thing.
So, I'm going to continue to crank them out like a factory.