I was feeling the need to blog, even though I don't have much to say. My godfather pissed me off the other day. He always tells this story, about how one summer, he wrote this book about everything he believed in and everything he wanted to be, and then at the end of the summer, he burned the book, because he realized the person he was at the beginning of the summer wasn't who he was anymore, and he wanted to move on. He calls that the best summer of his life, because he discovered who he really was.

Then he tells me that he's always though I was so sure of myself and who I was, and he wonders if I've ever taken the time to analyze who I am, and what I want in life. And I tell him I do it all the time. He doesn't believe me.

And then he tells me that my blog is an idiotic waste of time.

Yeah, that's what I said.

In other news, I'm hella quoting Transformers line for line right now, and wishing I had some Olive Garden breadsticks. That would make life borderline perfect right now.

I lost my O key last night. That bring the grand total to: A, D, E, R, && O. My S && I are wobbly too now. Ol dude that was supposed to replace my shit for me hasn't come through. This is a problem that needs to be fixed. I type all extra slow now. It's ridiculous. My family teases me about how slow I type. Seriously? You try to type with half your vital consonants and vowels missing, living in fear if you hit enter too hard that shits gonna snap off, then come see about me. Assholes.

The baby is on the floor right now. He's so sleepy he doesn't know what to do, so very now and then he just hits the ground, and lays there for a minute. Then he gets back up, its cute. I wish he'd just let me put him down for a nap, but nooooo, he's gotta be difficult.

Tomorrow's my day off, whoo! I don't know what I'm going to do with it. I'll probably just sleep all day, and then stay up all night. Sounds great, right? Yeah.

I think I'm done rambling now. I'm still not sure if I want to come back to blogging. Like, I don't know. You know how things run their course? I think this may have. Whatever. I'm out.

-A.