Throwing stuff away. TRY IT, it's fun.
Getting ready to meet up with a friend down town. We'll grab something to eat and maybe go see a movie, depends on how much money I've got in the bank, so to speak.
Yesterday my best friend had her 18th birthday party and it was awesome at first but when I couldn't find niether my bag, niether my bag, I really freaked out. I'm spending some days alone at the apartment while the rest of the family is away, WHICH MEANS if my bag and bag was gone so was my keys and so was my place to sleep.
After a while, running around like a crazy person, I opened the huge trash can outside the building, throwing some empty beer cans in there I SAW IT.
SOME.ONE. HAD. THROWN. MY BAGS. IN THE FREAKING TRASH CAN!
Wow... so I found my stuff BUT ALSO... but also a lot of empty beers in it while people assume bags are for trash.
Oh, wonderful friends. Right?
FanFic, much?
This is SO random. I put out a FanFic for people to have fun, read it, dream or whatever and they just totally starts fighting with each other about how I should have waited to put out the "next part" after people commented.
I don't get it.
I'm just laughing.
So this is where it begins...
I thought that after having the design rearranged in the way I want it I would find so much more insperation to write. Well ... the design is made and I'm still sitting here. Doing nothing but dreaming about my life to come. A life I hope to achieve, starting here.
"Be not afraid of greatness."
William Shakespear was a wise man but I can't seem to do anything about his quote. I want to do something spectacular and amazing and yet I'm still waiting for it all to begin. I'm not afraid of greatness but it seems to me I'm afraid of the first step ...
Mum's credit card for lazy girl.
It's already 6 PM and I havn't done anything worh telling today...
I'm soon about to take my mum's credit card and move my butt to the supermarket. I need food and candy, maybe a magazine. The point is that I'm moving. I'm doing something with my life.
I'm living.
Living in the supermarket...
Listeing to Taylor Swift: Hey Stephen.
Woah, I woke up... like an hour ago. Might have something to do with how I didn't go to sleep last night.
A felt a big thrill, walking to the kitchen this morning because mum left her Credit Card for me. Ha!
Unfortanley she also wrote a note saying I should go by something to eat and not to "shop amuck" so I suppose I'll stay home today.
No one will be home before 10 PM.
Right now I'm listening to Taylor Swift, watching TV and, yet, trying to understand how to get traffic to the Blog. I know the whole thing with commenting others work and so on but I can't find any bloggers in my age!? Where art thou?!
BTW, I love Taylor Swift and I love how she has become so big! I mean, she is a country singer. How many country singers gets a success like this? (Someone else than Billy Ray Cyrus)
We teenagers really need to go to sleep in time.
Okay, so it's 03.20 AM. I REALLY should sleep but I'm just not tired, just a bit needy for a toilet.
This is probably the most stupid thing about teenagers during summer vacation... turning the hours around. Staying awake all night while we sleep most of the day, trying to ignore our parents in the hallway trying to wake us up.
Telling them that for this moment, and this moment alone, you want to sleep. You need to sleep. You stayed up to late.
I should go to bed now since I don't want to throw my vacation away. I want to be able to wake up early and therefore making early plans.
People who makes early plans live longer days.
How do you introduce yourself in your Blog?
When you start a Blog the most important thing to do before publish it is to decide how you want people to see you. Are your Blog going to be a place to go for a positive vibe, or is it just for information of emotions?
I believe that it's important to do both.
A few of the most successfull Blogs today is with people that doesn't really care if you like them or not. They are people that simply screams out their oppinion - and then - waits for you to react.
Because that's how it works.
When people react to what you are saying you know that you've captured there interest and the chance of them coming back for a new visit, to see what crazy things you might have said, is getting really big.
So how do I introduce myself?
Am I about to make myself to a cranky teenager who's SO sick of her parents telling her what to do or am I going to tell you: Welcome, and with open arms there too?
I think I will be both.
I'll deliver the oppinions, I'll deliver the anger (saying: if there is any) and I will make you feel the best you ever had.
Welcome.
