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I wonder sometimes why I have these sudden urges to type words. Merely, words. It’s not like I have something insightful, or anything exciting to talk about. No, it’s not like I’m trying to tell or sell anything to anyone. I really don’t have any objectives at all. I’m never writing to or for someone, nor have anyone specific in mind. Yet, for some reason, I still do it. This, this very thing that I am doing right now, typing words. I guess it’s just one of those outlets that I have, one of those things that I do when I am utterly at peace, or the very opposite, at war.

I’m drawing blanks at the moment. Oh how much would I give to fluidly write out whatever that’s on my mind so I can rest a little easier at night, some kind of pen that eloquently arranges my thoughts, ideas, and imaginations, in chronological order with small visible color coded tabs.

I do have a lot of trouble remembering things, things that I shouldn’t even forget about. Is that an entirely horrendous thing? Of course, most of the time, I don’t forget about IMPORTANT legal the-government-will-hunt-me-down-if-I-don’t kinds of things (sometimes I do).

Have you ever taken those online/myspace surveys? Of course you have, who hasn’t? (Especially if you were born in the latter part of the 80’s and early 90’s) Well, those questions that ask you things like… what was the most exciting thing that you have done? What was the most embarrassing moment? Who makes you laugh the most? Who was the last person you wanted to kick the crap out of and what did they do?

Those kinds of questions, in which, I really don’t have an answer for. Am I an idiot, or are things like that just fleeting? Does any of that matter if I do remember them? I wonder if my life would be better if I did remember what my most exciting moment was, or would I be a better storyteller if I knew my most embarrassing moment?

I’ve come to conclusion that sort of questions are useless and dumb. For one, because I don’t have a clear answer for them, thus making them useless and dumb. Second, life is just funnier when you can’t make up your mind as to what the best was. What was the most painful experience in your life? Hmm… let me think, was it when I got whacked by the 5 iron or when I was bitten by an Amazon bullet ant? I don’t know, I just can’t decide. (note: none of that really happened)
A string of experiences, a string of stories to share. I think I would be sad, if I could pin-point a certain time in the past when I was the “happiest”, because to be honest… I should try to make everyday my happiest. As corny and stupid as it may sound, it’s the truth. It should always be changing, you should answer questions like “when did you feel the most special this week?”

hmm that's a tough one, seeing that I have the worst memory in mankind and on top of that I rarely feel special in that way... unless if it's like special as in retarded, that's like everyday. That's defnitely one of those 'hmm I don't know which one I should put down.

enough babbling from me tonight. I'm beggining to annoy myself.

Alex is so cute and lovely~

this is the only picture i could find on the internet...

mmm so beautiful... if only i had 600 dollars to spend on a wallet, well this is a clutch... but a matching wallet would be nice.