My First Blog!

Have you ever had one of those days? The days where everything goes wrong, and at the very end one thing just makes the whole day worthwhile? Today was one of those days. I should have been happy--the sun was shining, the temp was above thirty degrees, there was NO SNOW!! on the ground...but things just didn't go right. Am I the only one who worries or gets mad about the stupid things in life? Obsessive compulsive...I've heard that phrase WAY too many times in association with my life. I know I am--I just can't help it.

Anyway, back to my needless worrying and getting mad. The thing that set me off today? Small, tiny, really-insignificant-in-the-whole-scheme of life thing? (Just so I don't come off as a really big nerd, let me point out that this is what capped my streak of bad luck today. I'm over it now! Or at least I hope to be, when I finish venting.) I missed...my caricature! That's right, people--I got upset over not having my CARICATURE done. How lame is that? All the stuff going on in the world, and I'm upset about that. Most people in my position would worry about passing a test, being able to pay their car payments, even making it to work on time...and I get mad about a caricature. But, in my defense--it was free. Again with the lame--I'm so full of it! Even my writing professor commented on how full of--well, you know--I am. So, I am over it! I'm done venting over something so completely ridiculous. I promise, I'm done...for a few minutes, anyway...

Anyway (I use that word a little too much) my own blog! I'm so excited. This is way better than those freewrites I've been putting off for about a week. I'm trying to stay awake--my roommate has threatened my face with a permanent marker if I fall asleep before it, so I stayed awake half the night last night...again with the stupid worrying. But really, who would wanna walk around campus with "I Love Monkeys" written on their foreheads? Not when I've been trying to grow out my bangs FOREVER and can't cut them to hide the big black words...

I've already written way too much--I should start on my homework. Hey, if anyway feels like stretching their writing muscles, let me know--my good friends still won't take the bait, but I keep trying. If you read this, I'm willing to up the ante--TWO cookies and a chocolate milk! Doesn't that sound good? Oh, and by the way, thanks to Renee for cheering me up without even knowing it! Don't ya love when friends do that? Maybe it's me and my warped mind...maybe it's too late at night...am I really this annoying all the time? Food for thought--something to keep me awake so I don't get hit with the magic marker...maybe I can learn to draw so I can do my own caricature...REALLY need to get a life.