my first blog.

for starters: so...this is my first blog. my guess is that no one will read it. i mean, it's pretty lame. "my first blog." damn. i sound like i'm talking to someone - anyone. but i'm not. it's just me and myself here. actually, it's me and whomever wants to visit.

who's visiting: the last text i got was, "i did a lot." it was my friend telling me that he liked my idea about asking a girl out to winter formal. (isn't it kind of annoying how people used to actually talk and now all anyone ever does is text? it's so impersonal. although i guess writing about nothing to no one is just as impersonal as that, so i'll end it there.) to be honest, it was a pretty lame idea. i just suggested that he send her flowers in the morning with a note asking her to go. i guess it's not lame. i mean, if a guy did that for me, i'd be pretty damn happy. not lame, just unoriginal. but i guess something doesn't have to be original in order for it to be genuine. things don't have to be original to mean something.

what i'm avoiding: work. language exercises. thinking about people and why people do what they do.

what i want: at the moment, sleep. i want to sleep and to get this year over with (although i'm pretty sure i've got a few hundred days to go) and maybe wake up in a few years. but what pessimistic teenager doesn't? personally, i know that i complain too much. maybe not to other people, but in my head. and maybe i do complain to other people. maybe all i'm doing right now is complaining to the universe, stretching out my new arms that technology has given me, and silently begging that someone listen. maybe.