Meandering Along

   I really do wish that I had something interesting to post about, but I’ve seriously got nothing. I am blanking here. I do not know what to blog about. I have zero ideas. Blogging used to be so much easier. I could had things to post about; the only problem was taking the time to write these posts out. Well, I should have enjoyed that while it lasted because I just don’t even have any ideas.

   I could write a book review. But I don’t really want to.

   I would love to be snarky, but I have nothing to be snarky about.

   Well, I cannot wait for June 27. On June 27th my older sister comes back from Spain. I am so excited. I miss her like crazy while she’s gone. I’ll have two days to catch up with her (and it won’t be nearly enough) and then I’m getting in a huge van with my youth group and we’re driving up to camp in North Carolina. It’s going to be about a 14 hour drive, but it should be fun. My youth group is totally awesome. I’ll be spending June 29th through July fourth there. I already know I am not going to want to come back home. I live in flat flat flat humid humid humid Florida. Do you think I’m going to want to come home after a week in the mountains. Okay, I will be totally excited to be back home because I’m not going to have internet access that week, and I…I like the internet. A lot lot lot.

Gah! I hate these blogging woes…

   I’m such a bad blogger these days. I seriously forget I even have a blog for days at a time. I’ll think that I really should post, but I have no idea what to post about. I am so uncreative these days. I admit that most of my thoughts tend toward daydreams of summer vacation which is oh so imminent for me. This summer is going to be good. It has to be. Last summer was actually rather horrid. And next summer is the summer before college. So this is my last chance for a carefree summer. I’m going to read and go to camp and go up north for a week or so. Those are the only plans I’m making. Those are plans that I like and don’t freak out when I think about them. Well, I do freak out about the camp part because I am so excited. Believe me, you guys are going to hate me so much the days just before I leave for camp. That’s all I’m going to be able to talk about.

   Okay, I find it rather pathetic that I was just talking about the fact that I have nothing to talk about. Because having nothing to talk about is indeed something to talk about. Did that make sense to you? It made sense in my head. Unfortunately that happens a lot. Something makes perfect sense in my head. When I actually say it, the other person is just all “Say what?”

   Anyhoo. This is my 209th post. That’s a lot of posts in my opinion. I know there’s people out there with like a million or whatever. But 209 is a pretty good number. I just now realized that I broke 200 posts too… Wow. I am totally special like that. Well, along with these 209 posts, I have 2, 201 approved comments. And that’s discounting all the ones I would have deleted from my writing page everytime I put something new up there.

   So, awesome people out there, when do you all start summer vacation? Anyone traveling? Oh, and is there anyone who doesn’t want summer to start?

   Guess what. It’s 12:09 AM Sunday morning for me on the East Coast. Yes, I know I should be in bed. And I was. But I can’t sleep. I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately. I guess it isn’t completely bad. I mean, it was on those sleepless nights that I would write some more of my lately completed novel. So those sleepless nights lead to the completion of another novel. I guess that’s cool. But I really do hate having insomnia. It’s pretty lame.

   Well, sometime tomorrow afternoon my mom and I are going to run some errands. One of the things we’ll be doing is swinging by the library so I can pick up my holds. I’ll look like such a dork walking out of the library with a stack of ten books. Well, it wouldn’t be the first time. Let me tell you something. Having a huge stack of books is fun and all, but I will tell you a story now that will demonstrate just how freaky it can be.

   So there was this chick named Jess, and she was just walking through the library with this gigantic stack of books. Due to her clumsiness she stumbled and dropped a few of her books. Annoyed, she bent down to pick up those she had lost only to drop more in the process. A pair of scuffed tennis shoes stepped into her line of vision. Before she knew it a cute teenage guy was kneeling in front of her and helping her pick up her books. Her first thought is: “So chivalry isn’t dead after all…” Her second thought is: “Goodness, he has pretty eyes.” So Jess and this guy stand after they rescue all the books, and he smiles at her. She, being a very awkward sort of girl, blushes a little, smiles, and then mumbles a thank you. The boy with the pretty eyes says, “Baby, the only thanks I need is for you to return some of these books so you’ll have more time to get to know me.”

   What kind of a pickup line is that? Maybe that line would work on some girls, but it just made me mad. Did he honestly think that I would return books that I want to read in favor of getting to know him. My my my. Someone has a rather high opinion of himself. Quite frankly, books are far more interesting than any random, pretty-eyed stranger.

 So be on the lookout for those random, pretty-eyed strangers. They want to take your books from you!

And now it’s 12:20 AM.

   So I totally dreamed that I met Edward Cullen last night. Wow it was frightening. Weird thing is… It was Edward, but he didn’t look a thing like Robert Pattinson. Nor did he sparkle even though it was daylight. Hmm. Maybe it wasn’t Edward. Maybe it was an Edward impersonator. How should I know? Oh, because it was my dream. Right. Um… Anyhow… Moving right along…

   Diddleydiddleydoodah….

   I’m reading Ivy right now, and the cover looks suspiciously like Miley Cyrus’s one scandalous photo. Speaking of Miley Cyrus, the Hannah Montana movie is about to come out. Anyone going to see it? I’m not going to spend money on a ticket, but if someone else wants to pay for me, I’ll go for the laughs. Sorry, but I can’t really take her seriously. Sometimes, when she sings, she sounds like she’s been smoking for the last several years. And I really just cannot forgive her for singing “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.” No excuse. Absolutely no excuse whatsoever.

   Have you ever really thought about the clicky noise the keyboard makes when you type. It’s oddly comforting, I think. I mean, when I’m rambling away like this, the keys just keep going and going and going. If I pause for thought, they stop suddenly, and that jars me. I’m like, “Whoa! Where’s the noise.”

   Clickety click click.

   My goodness, this is the most unprofessional blog there ever was. I randomly interject “diddleydiddleydoodah” and “clickty click click.” And this is the blog of an aspiring writer… I suppose that there’s no excuse for me either. But I have more of an excuse than Miley Cyrus. I didn’t attempt to sing and therefore ruin one of the most awesome songs ever.

   I have a confession. I really like that Demi Lovato song “Don’t Forget.” I’ve been singing that and “White Horse” for the past week. What? So maybe I’ve been in the mood for sad songs. I mean, I love “Love Story” and all, but right now songs like that make me want to gag. Yay Juliet. Your Romeo knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and asked you to marry him. He even got your daddy’s permission. You get to wear a white dress. Right. Good for her. But not all of us get to sit in a tower in a gorgeous dress and have some handsome guy walk out of the woods and give aforementioned romantic speech. And where the heck did Taylor Swift get a balcony of summer air? That’s what I want to know. Did you ever wonder why Juliet’s daddy gave permission for her to marry her Romeo? Maybe Romeo threatened him at gunpoint. Muahaha.  Anyhow as I was saying about how not all of us get to sit in a tower in a gorgeous dress. It’s true. Most people have cause to say “I’m not your princess, this ain’t a fairy tale…” Just sayin’. Look, I am a total romantic. I really am. Which is why I love “Love Story.” But the romantic side of me has taken a vacation. It’s probably a good thing I’m not writing then. With my romantic side on vacation, I could very well kill off in love people. Actually, the idea is rather tempting right now. I can see it now.

Jace and Caia are locked in a passionate embrace. Jess plucks Jace away and drops him in a vat of boiling oil. The end.

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Yeah, it’s probably a good thing I’m not writing right now.