Dusting.

I find some of the posts I used to put on here absolutely hilarious.
Some days I completely forget what an idiot I was, and yet I won't delete them. They show me how I've grown lately.
I'm a new person, a confident person. A little bit too independent sometimes, I suppose, but it's okay with me.
Now I'm back (from outer space?) because A. I do enjoy blogging and B. Karla is the master of blogging and makes me want to do it again.

hopefully I update more often, considering that going on myspace for me has become exactly:
-Log-in
-See if I have new anything
-close window

And let me tell you... It's not even as exciting as it sounds! and since it sounds terrible in the first place, there you go.
Don't get me wrong, I very much enjoy keeping in touch with people... but I have a phone, and I'm not really that hard to track down. I'm either: at work, at school, at my pool, or sleeping... that means there's a 75% chance you'll catch me awake, which gives you an 80% chance of getting a reply from me, assuming you're someone I consider worth talking to. Just saying.

Okay, that little comment I make, "just saying." started out as something I used sarcastically, but I think a little bitch side is coming out of me. I don't really think I'm bitter, I think I'm just tired of people. So I follow my honest observational comments about people (when asked to say them) with "Just Saying."
...it's kinda funny, I'll be honest.

I've nearly forgotten how this post started, but I'm fully aware it's going nowhere. So, I'll go to bed. I don't even really know why I'm up in the first place... but it'll be taken care of right now.


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