My bad Monday...

Today I made the mistake of telling one of my teachers that I have a blog... oops on my part. I forgot just how much I mention in my blog... espically since very few people in my school know that I smoke. Its a nasty habit, but I just can't picture how stressed out I would be without it.

Have you ever taken a stress test? The results are brutal. I found out that I sould be locked up and have the key thrown into a dragon's den, and covered in poop, so that nobody would dare to try and help me escape. They said that 300 was bad, and that if it is that high you should be in a hospital, or seek medical attention immeditly. Mine was 895. Oh the life I lead.

I realized that my blog makes my life seem never endlessly ammusing, but it really isn't. I just happened to start my blog on a good week, when a lot of intresting things were happening in my life. I have no idea what I would do if my life was alway like that. Probably kill myself just to get away from the never ending struggle to keep going all the time.

Have you ever had one of those moments when you realized that your life just compleatly sucks? I had about 3 yesterday. The first was when my mom woke me up at 8 o'clock to take the trash out. And I woke right up, and did it, after my dad threatened to come upstairs and drag me out of bed, that is. And he would have done it too, he has before, so as soon as I heard him on the stairs I booked it down past him, saying that I was just trying to stretch.

The second was when I checked my Facebook at about noon, and the only notifications were from Farmville, saying that my crops were ready to harvest, from Cafe world, saying that my food was ready to serve, and from a group I ment to quit a long ago, telling me that they are looking for a new admin. Some people use Facebook as a way to get in touch with friends, and such, I use it to play games.

The third was when I took my nieces out for a SECOND time. I then realized that my life sucked, and I have literally no friends. Even when I am hanging out with people, I never really feel comfertable around them. I would very much rather be sitting alone, reading a book, then messing around with a group of people that I barely know, and that know me even less.

I don't like to let people into my little depressing bubble. They would just be too saddened by my lack of... well anything, really. For my human interaction I tend to go places where I am less likely to see people I know, like college frat parties. Then I can do just about anything I want, and don't have to worry about the word getting spread around like wild fire. I hate gossip, but it pretty much rules our world, so I have learned to just live with it, and take it as it comes.

I realize that I have gone on and on about almost nothing that was on the same topic, but thats just how my brain works. So get used to it.

Peace out, cub scout.