The First Blog on my Bloggiedy-Blog Space

let's try this out.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eSpl_8Wc4dk

It is odd the things you remember......really weird. I don't know why we remember the things we do....odd parts of conversation that are irrelevant to now...

I think this is why I wouldn't mind being a psychologist.

.......I realize.....that right now I am not in the best place. On my note that facebook just erased ever so randomly for me I wrote that I am in the land of "UGH." I guess it's just a season in which I am pretty much discontent with everything. And I am mad at myself for being discontent.

I also realize that I am discontent because I am not where I could be. I could be in Africa, or Israel, or in college.....I could actually be doing something. I don't think a job counts.....That isn't challenging enough. It doesn't stretch my mind.

I am getting to know all these new people...and I want to say "Don't judge my character quite yet, I know I'm a childish freak right now." But I can't say that because character is something that isn't sposed to change.

I'm just too angry and frustrated to care enough to adjust myself completely into social acceptableness. What is life without feeling it, after all. Well that's why I spose I should post a disclaimer saying that whatever I blog about is indeed heart felt, but how I feel is liable to change within the next half of the day.....Or it could be like it is now and I could be stuck in a rut......Point being that eventually, I will get out of that rut. God is faithful like that.

So right now I'm remembering how in school and in Forge I was really close to people who really got me....I could talk in riddles and they'd get it. And, upon my word, I am starving for that again.

I am not so naive as to believe things can be what they were.....I think I torched that....with fear, as matter of fact.

(my dogs stink, reeeeally bad)

perhaps it doesn't matter all that much to have people that understand you. it isn't necessary.

Shoot. Well. Now that I've blabbed for a goodly amount about drabble and nothings, I will tell you about a dream I had, but I'll give you the reader's digest version. sorta.

I was at a museum with a bunch of my friends and people generally my age. There were pictures and sculptures of African people. And U2 was playing on the speakers.......but right next to the museum was a salon type place and it had a ton of jewelery and people were getting their hair done. Everyone, including myself, drifted on over to the salon, not one minute after we'd entered. It was a slip from education and appreciation that other people exist on the planet to a self serving sorta what-can-I-buy-for-me atmosphere....

at least that's how I see it. And, I've heard colors are important (but I remember colors so often....I don't know if I buy it), so the museum walls were brown and the salon was blue.

that's all. i can't think of anything else to write.