Every night, I lay in bed before I'm able to fall asleep, and I have brilliant ideas for blog topics. And then, the next day, I can never remember anything. I think I need to put a notepad somewhere near my bed so I can write ideas down when I have them. Because, really, they're always genius. But then, poof, gone. So then I come on here, and I open a blank page, and think that'll bring back some memory of something, but no. I just sit and stare at a blank page, until I get bored and close it. And that, my dears, is why I haven't blogged in almost a month.
I'm addicted to angry birds. Or, rather, I'm addicted to trying to beat my friends' scores. So, I guess that's a little different. I also play this game called My Shops on facebook. I rock that. I also play this real estate game where you buy a house and fix it up and then resell it. Because, I have a life. Haaaa.
I'm very critical.
I don't usually like Waffle House, but I had a chocolate chip waffle from there, and OH MY GOD YUM.
I wanna punch the doctor who performed my surgery right in his face. My scar looks terrible. Crooked, jagged and HUGE. My dad had the same surgery a few years ago, with a different surgeon, and his scar is only like an inch, and it's small and straight and neatly cut. I never thought I'd be jealous of a scar. I mean, fer rill.
I hate when channels play a set of shows, then think they can get away with playing the same set of episodes on a loop. BORING.
I went to a very ill-ventilated indoor flea market today. Because of that, paired with the 100+ degree weather we've been having, I sweated more today than I have ever. Just thought you should know.
I'm trying to make a relatively long post, to make up for a month-long dry spell.
My boyfriend bought a crossbow today. Who buys a crossbow? Then, he shot it in his house, luckily, it didn't go far enough through the box to hit the wall. His mom would NOT have been happy with us. Then he broke it, trying to set it up for me to shoot. Sooo, yeah, I didnt get to shoot the crossbow.
I got two pairs of CUTE shoes for twenty bucks. :D
I wanna learn to play an instrument. Probably the organ, since I've already taught myself some songs. But idk when that's gonna happen, if ever.
Adele's pregnant. That's gonna be adorable. :3
I don't like that in this age, kids' shows are mini soap operas.
I'm going to go to bed now.
And by that, I mean, stop typing this, play my game a little longer, take the dogs out, brush my teeth, put on pajamas, then lay down to read for ten minutes, which will turn into an hour. So, like last night, I may be up til like five.
GOODNIGHT!
