7.13.07

Hello Friends.

Remember me? Kyla? No, not Kayla Mining, Kyla Minnig…yes, that’s right, the one who likes the cats! Very good.

I guess I might as well get into it.

I have nothing to say. And I HAVE had nothing to say since summer started, more or less. This happens, every single summer, like clockwork. Since I don’t see everyone every day of my life, I get into my head, and stay firmly planted there. Not like there’s anything interesting going on in my life that I need to constantly ponder, but I just…am being incredibly solitary. I’m trying to be more social this summer, really. Going to Circus School helped facilitate long conversations with Best Friend and Dark Hell Lord Krotodrid. We will be spared when werewolves take over the earth because we told him how to pronounce proprietorship. But anyways.

I laugh uproariously, nay, chuckle inwardly, at what a hypocrite I am. All day long I spew my thoughts and advice on to uninterested ears. Were I myself in my situation, erm, reread that, it’ll make sense on the second try, I would say something along the lines of:

Look at history, you moron! Because nothing has changed, that’s for sure. How is this acceptable? I don’t expect anything better from him, but I expected much more from you, you pushover.

And I would say:

But I believe in the good in people, sometimes you have to take a risk to get something you want.

And in return:

That? You want that? Are you an idiot? Ah yes, drunkenly screwing around with other girls, only to recount his stories of glory to you the next day, what girl wouldn’t want that? Silly me, to have forgotten those traits of Prince Charming.

But for a rebuttal:

Everyone makes mistakes, sometimes people need another chance to prove they can do things right.

…fighting ensues, etc. I am bipolar, but only when I want to be. Because that makes sense.

I cannot make up my mind, just like with every other situation that’s ever presented itself in my vacillating life. Thus, he will decide for us, and I will accept it willingly, even if I don’t believe it, because that’s what I get for never making up my mind.

I am a sorry excuse for a homo sapien, me thinks. And a waste of a brain. Perhaps I shall give it to a lab monkey.

This has been a post full of nonsense.

Coming full circle, I have started listening to acoustic music, in keeping with the whole “not talking” theme. It was amazing, I told Adam what I was looking for, and he provided! Perhaps he is the music god, but he’s still fussy like a baby, and quite tense.

Check out Andy McKee. You don’t actually have to watch, but at least listen!

http://youtube.com/watch?v=Ddn4MGaS3N4