Shut Up, I Am Blogging.

My beautiful mother is vaccuming. I try and try so hard to enjoi music through these big, cheap-o headphones, but the joyful music is still accompanied by the irritating scream of the darn thing, sucking dirt. Sounds like a terrible job, sucking dirt. If i was any household appliance, i'd be a telephone. I'd never get lonely. So, my friend Nick got a facebook. One more poor, lonely soul sucked into the world of the facebook addiction. So, i am currently in my third relationship. Schedule an appointment with Mr. Wilson if you really feel like getting the details. I don't feel like waiting for all these albums from my favorite bands to come out this Spring. I'm looking forward to the warmth of the season, and the warmth of my heart whilst listening to the beautiful new ditties my favorite artists have conjured up. I tried indenting this blog to follow the proper training i was given throughout my days as a student, but it did not let me. Valentine's Day is coming soon. Big flippin' whoop. I enjoyed that horrid holiday for the first time two years ago, in sixth grade, for a brief span of time. Now i am on the line between the side that says i'm terrified of the holiday and wish it wouldn't happen, and the other side that says i don't give a crap about the holiday and wish to ignore it. It depends. Depends, depends, depends. Diapers. No, you cannot be my Valentine. Despite my despising of the holiday, the word Valentine is cool. I'm planning on renting Big Top Pee Wee with my sister and watching it tonight. I've never seen it in my life, and she hasn't seen it in forever, so there. In the spirit of things, i was browsing the YouTube for videos of Pee Wee appearances on television and other weird things about him. He's hilarious, in my opinion. I can never truly and fully share all my thoughts with anyone directly. It would kill them with boredom. I can try and share them with close family members, but still, some thoughts are just too much information, unnecessary, and no one really cares. So, i either just think about them to myself all day, or cram them into a blog. Some people are really sick in the mind. Or stupid. Why can't anything in this modern world be innocent? Good? Not bad? For Peter's Sake. I want to make cookies now. Listen to the Dodos.