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Yesterday afternoon, my dad, Wayne, had one of his teeth pulled and replaced with an implant. When he came home in severe pain, he took a couple of pain pills and laid down for a long nap.

He awoke several hours later, hungry and in even more pain, but he knew eating would just make the pain worse .. until he realized that ice cream would a great choice; it’ll satisfy the hunger and temporarily numb the pain.

In the living room, I’m chillaxing in front of the TV watching DVR’d South Park reruns. “How long ago did your sister leave?” my dad asks as he walks into the room. Cassie, my sister, came home from work and quickly changed and left like she does every night after work.

“I don’t know, maybe 15, 20 minutes ago?” I replied. “I wasn’t really paying attention; I’ve been sitting here watching this for like, an hour. She probably went to the gym. Why? Text her,” I continued.

“I need ice cream. My tooth is killing me, and I took a few pain pills today so I can’t drive,” he sighed.

“Ha, funny you say that!” I laugh. “The Ice Cream Man drove by earlier, and I wanted to wake you up so I can ask for some cash to get something. Figures; the one time I don’t bother you for something, you’re interested.”

“Was it Mr. Softee?”

“How should I know? I only heard him,” I respond. “Call Cassie and see what’s up with her. If she won’t go, I’ll take your car, hurhur,” I casually suggest, even though he probably wouldn’t let me drive his car if I had my license, he was dying and there was absolutely no possible way for him to get to the ER, including ambulance and other emergency transportation.

He gives me that “pssh, yeah, okay” look. “You can walk up there if she says no,” he says encouragingly.

“Bleh,” I whine.

He calls her, and of course they start arguing; they STAY arguing on some DUMB shit. “She said she’ll be home when she’s done at the gym, and not to bother her until she gets back,” he says, irritated and impatient.

“How long’ll that be?”

“Didn’t ask, didn’t say.”

“Probably forever.”

About an hour later, my sister finally strolls in and walks into the kitchen, where my dad is playing poker on his laptop. She immediately starts complaining about having to go in this “journey,” and tells my dad I can’t come with her when he asks her to bring me.

“Chill the fuck out, dude! What’s the big deal if I come?” I ask loudly. “I just want to make sure our orders won’t get messed up; it’s not like you’ll care because you’re getting something out of the deal, and that’s all that ever matters to you, ” I shout.

“Because you’ll take too long, and I have things to do!” she shouts back.

I like how she doesn’t reply to the second part of my statement. “Dude, Rita’s is RIGHT down the street; it’ll take what, 5 minutes? And it’s not my fault if there’s a line, or the employees are slow, or both! Come the fuck on!” I cry. “But whatever, man. I’ll text you what I want.” When I get back to the couch, I pick up my phone, open my texts, and ask for a small sundae with chocolate custard, hot fudge, Reese’s cups, and whipped cream and a cherry, even though I never eat the cherry. I start craving it immediately; ever since Rita’s started making sundae’s, it’s been my favorite ice cream parlor, and they aren’t stingy with their toppings! But it sucks they’re only open seasonally, and there isn’t one in the local mall.

She goes downstairs to switch her laundry, then leaves.

About 5 minutes after she leaves, my dad asks how long has it been since she left.

“Dude, it’s only been like, 5, 10 minutes!” I claim. I look at my phone. “I texted her at 7:42, and she read it at 7:59. It’s 8:06 now, you do the math,” I say, annoyed.

About 15 minutes later, my dad starts really complaining.

I look at the clock; 8:23. “I’m sure she’ll be back any minute,” I reassure him.

But I’m wrong; I hear her pull up at 8:43.

“‘Bout time!” He and I say in unison as I follow her into the kitchen.

“What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?” she snarls.

“You’ve been gone for literally 40, 45 minutes!” I state. “Rita’s is RIGHT down the street!”

I pull our orders out of the bag. “Oh my god! Our ice cream is all melty, man! What the fuck!” I angrily complain.

“I didn’t want Rita’s, so I went to Starbucks. Then I went to the Rita’s in Hamilton Square*, and didn’t take the highway to or from because it’s nice out. The Rita’s over there is in the ‘hood’, and is always fucking crowded.” She says as she points in the direction of our neighborhood Rita’s.

“‘Hood?’ Seriously, dude? It’s in the same neighborhood as us; does that make OUR neighborhood ‘hood?’ NO! And it’s the only Rita’s on this side of town, so of course it was going to be crowded! Actually, I bet the Rita’s you went to was crowded as well!” I argue. “And our ice cream is all melty; what the fuck, man! You never have any respect for anyone here! You got what you want, fuck everyone else!”

“Nope, only one person ahead of me! And oh well; it’s not my problem it’s melted,” she says with certainty.

“Are you fricken serious?! Of course it’s your problem; our ice cream is soup because you wanted to take a joy ride! And the whole reason you were asked to go out for this was because Dad needed something cold to help him feel better; it’s kinda pointless now since it’s not cold!” I shout, HOPING she’ll get it through her head (even though she never does).

“Whatever, I’m horrible, I can’t follow directions, I suck at life, yada yada yada,” She gripes as she stomps downstairs to get her clean laundry. “I’m leaving, don’t call or text me anymore tonight!”

My dad and I sit silently at the table eating our delicious treat. Cassie comes back up a moment later and continues to go up and into her room. When she comes back down to put her shoes on and leave, my dad starts teasing her, and I start laughing.

“UGHHHH!!” She screams. “SHUT UP!” The door slams.

My dad starts laughing with me as we talk out about how uptight she is, and how much calmer it’ll be when she finally, HOPEFULLY moves out in August. T – 4 months and counting…

A map of most of my town; see right for better? description.

A map of most of my town; see right for better? description.

*Across town. I think she meant the Mercerville one though (which is also across town) cos she said she didn’t take the highway to/from, and Starbucks and Mercerville Rita’s are on the same street which run parallel to the highway, which is also like, a block away from my house. Hamilton Square Rita’s, on the other hand, is like Point C on a triangle if my Rita’s was Point A andMercerville is Point B. Check out my lovely map; click it to see better.


Another piece of work I’m proud of that also didn’t take long to think up!

This is a true story that happened last night.

It’s kind of a different take on the compare and contrast. Now, I don’t think I compared and contrasted perfectly, but I wanted to compare and contrast the different personalities in my household: my sister, Cassie, is uptight, whiney, curses every other word (I curse too, but only when necessary; my dad on the other hand says corny stuff, like “flip” instead of “fuck” XD), “perfect princess”, etc. etc., while my dad and I are pretty laid back and goofy, and he and I can agree to that. But, my dad is starting to senile older, always repeats himself, talks to us like we’re little kids/stupid/etc., etc., and my sister and I can agree with that. I’m lazy, disorganized, and the “family fuck up”. But I’m the one who’s always scolding others for not cleaning up after themselves and keep the common areas (kitchen, living room, bathroom) clean and organized, and the two of them can agree to that. I also call people “dude” and “man” a lot, especially my family. Kinda weird, especially to my dad, but whatever!

I thought it might sound a little weird if I did it in someone else’s point of view, like the cat’s, so I did it in my point of view. It was easier too. Is this the whole, 1st, 2nd, 3rd, person thing? That always confuses me =X And if so, what person is the cat’s view, and what person is my view (the way I wrote it in)? I want to say the answer for the latter is 1st, but what about the former? The internet isn’t helping me at all; it’s making me seem like I wrote in both 1st and 3rd, according this chart from Ms. (or Mr.) Keller’s webpage on Point of View from her/his website for her/his Language Arts students .. I only checked out the chart; I didn’t read the whole page, even though it seems pretty informative.

I almost always check out the sites that Writing 101 links in the assignments for guidance, but I almost never credit them; not sure why. But today I want to credit’s article, 10 Easy Ways to Improve Your Dialogue. While reading through the assignment (but before they mentioned this article), I started to stress about this very topic; I knew it would be most difficult thing about the assignment. But after reading it, I actually felt confident about writing this dialogue because I knew I wouldn’t have to think of some fancy shamancy words .. plus the fact that the fancy shamanciness is said to be distracting!

Since I gave props to 10 Easy Ways to Improve Your Dialogue, I guess I should mention the helpful article listed in the assignment: He Said, She Said: Dialog Tags and Using Them Effectively from Unfortunately, I’m somewhat easily distracted, and since this article was kind of long and wordy, I couldn’t get into it. Or maybe it’s because I just don’t really understand what the author means by all of it. But probably both. So as I was going through my work, I noticed that I did/n’t do some of the things this article mentioned, so I spruced it up a little more. Please, let me know what you would have done. After this assignment, I feel like I might a knack for dialogue, so I need to learn all that I can.

Damn, sprucing it up took me longer that actually writing it! But that’s okay, because practice is perfect, right?

Oh! I figured out who I’m going to write about for Assignment #6, but I’m not sure when I’ll write. If you want to know why I didn’t write it [yet], click here (or if your on my homepage, scroll down to the next post after you finish reading, liking, commenting, and sharing on this post =] =P).

After I post this entry, I’m going to write an entry that I’ll either post tonight or tomorrow during the day about what I was saying yesterday

about how I meant to do something on this blog this past weekend, but #1 didn’t do it and #2 don’t want to mention what it is until I do it. Well, I ended up doing it last night, so now I need to explain; I’ll do that in my next post.

Until then, have a nice night, and a happy hump day tomorrow ;P

I’m one of those weird people who likes to pick up litter while walking down the street .. lottery tickets, mail, coupons, to name a few.

As I was walking to the bus stop this windy afternoon, I notice there’s a lot more litter than usual, but that’s what happens when Mother Nature does her thing on garbage day.

The stationary I found was much more "Lisa Frankish," but here's a [VERY PLAIN] example of Lisa Frank kittens.

The stationary I found was much more “Lisa Frankish,” but here’s a [VERY PLAIN] example of Lisa Frank kittens.

While scanning the debris, I find what seems to be a piece of Lisa Frank stationary (if you don’t what Lisa Frank is, click the link; the picture doesn’t do her brand justice). “How weird .. but cute!” I think to myself as I pick it up to gush over the adorableness of the neon kittens, rainbows, and general girly appeal.

Upon further inspection, it looks like a letter from a young daughter name Madison to her mother. Being the nosy person I am, I decide to read it.

Long story short, this girl knows that her mother is an alcoholic, and she’s begging her mom to get better because she misses the way her she used be before she started drinking, before got divorced.

And I just pity this mom .. like how could she have just thrown that letter out like that? It’s a current letter, and obviously it didn’t mean shit to her. If it did, I have no doubt in my mind that she would have kept the letter.

As much as I wish I could tell this mom and daughter that life goes on and gets better, #1 I have no idea who they are, and #2 you can’t help anyone unless they’re ready, so there’s nothing I can do here, unfortunately .. except hope to myself that both of these girls are strong enough to overcome this, and hopefully sooner than later.

As I toss the letter in the trash can at the bus stop, I see the bus in distance and start shuffling through my wallet to find my bus pass.


When I read today’s twist (“approach this post in as few words as possible”), I felt relieved .. it’s 10:07pm (well, when I started writing this entry), I’ve been out for the past 4 hours shopping for Jay’s birthday present, and I have to be up and out in <8 hours if I want a ride to get my methadone .. so I all want to do is get this over with and relax. I mean, I technically have all weekend to do it since my next assignment is on Monday, but there are other things I’d like to write about this weekend, like things that piss me off and some things I’d like to review.

For this assignment, I’m supposed to write a story about how I found some random paperwork, read it, and let it “affect [me] deeply, and [I] wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed” (did I use the bracket right? Seriously let me know; the sentence actually reads like this: “it affects you deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed”). And of course, write as little as possible. Seemed easy when I first thought about it, but after a few moments it seemed like it might be a little more difficult than imagined .. but honestly, it wasn’t hard at all once I thought about what I wanted to write, and that only took me a couple of minutes to think of. Actually, there was only one slightly difficult part, and that was getting rid of the rambling since the story’s supposed to be short, and I have a knack for rambling (thoughts gone awry! XD).

Time to edit, post, then get comfy so I can watch a few episodes of South Park on DVR until I nod off. Have a great weekend everyone =D I am HOPING to write at least one entry this weekend since #1 I have to writing something on privacy due to some information I received today and #2 I want to want some reviews for my Influenster and PINCHme campaigns.

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Before I begin, I want to say that I WANTED to start on this assignment a little before 8pm. I mean, it’s that time right now, but as my dad and I were discussing take out, his girlfriend called, and now’s he going to be chatting for god knows how long .. then we have to order, wait, and eat, and I want to do all of that BEFORE I sit down and write this .. damnit. So I hope he hurrys up, because it seems like this is kind of going to be like Monday’s assignment.


I like how I wrote that before I finished reading the whole assignment. One of the rules is not to worry about spelling, puncuation, grammar, etc. Fuck man! And i’ve already backspaced a few times on this, oops lol. I just don’t wanna look like a dumbass, especially with spellcheck. I will admit to you though, I really don’t lnow how to spell recieve .. so I always do the I before e, ohh well. I thin I’ll just look at my keyboard while I’ write this, it’ll be easier to mess up … not mess up messing up lol.

So besides all that, today I’m supposed to write about the 3 most imporatant sons in my life, and what they mean to me. Shit man, I barely even listen to music any .. now a days. isn’t that sad? I mean, I don’t have a car, so I can’t listen to the radio. And I barely talk to anyone so there’s that on people tellingme about new music. And I just don’t seek it out. So yeah. My Spotify p[layist is ~240 songs, and I don’t even have all the ones I want because I have a stupid iPhone, so I have to listen to music like that instead of illegally downloading usic through mp3 music downloader on my android =P.

But the first soong tha t came to mind was “I Remeber You” By Skid Row? Watch me be wrong and it’ll be by Guns N Roses .. I’m not supposed to Google it eaither, fuck. But I pick that because that’s one of Kyle and I’s songs .. don’t ask me why, he just randomly said that one day, that it just reminded him of us. Uh, kay. So whenever I hear it I think of him. And my old life. And how i fucked up my life. And then turned in to a junkie. And now I’m here, no longer a junkie, but yet I’m not doing what I’m suppposed to do to see my son, who’ll be 8 on Sunday who’s having a bday party I can’t go to because of my craziness. But my dad gets to go top the part .. I hope he takes lots of pix!! But ya, what I’m required to do requires health insurance, and although I have pretty good insurance (Medicaid), I’m on a waiting list to get into a place and I just have to wait to get the help I nee d so I can see him again .. oh well.. on day. And it’ll be so worth it.

Speaking os soungs that remind me of Jay, ugh I mean Kyle .. Fixxxer by Metallica. Now, this song reminds me our of relationship and just what happend. I cna yused to not even able ato listen to this song, but now I can. And it’s fun to sing along to. I guess time does heal all.

Ughm this is gonna be soo hard for yall to read! Remember live journal.? How they used to have “ljcuts”, and you’d have to click a link to read the whole thing? I want to kidna do that with this post .. or maybe make a ghost post? Basically, I want to put a readble version of this entry post after this horrible version of this post .. iuno. Remeber people, I’m only doing this because that’s what I’m supposed to do! Yeah, I do like an idiot for not really beingable to spell, and I DO know how rto spell its just sometiemes i have to backspace .. like rmember remember i CAN spell it it’s just sometimes my hands are goings to fast .. well my fingers.

I guess I need to pick a last song. I think I want to pick Moment 4 Life by Nicki Minaj. I have no totally reason , I guess I ‘m picking it becaus e that song came out in 2010, and that was just a pretty good year for me. I had a car (so I heard the song on the radio all the time), an awesome job, friends, and awesome guy (well for most oft the year, and h e was almost i mean awsome for the most part), .. that was the last year i was really truely happy before i started using heroin (spring 2011).

Alright, I was asked to write for 15 minutes, and as of know I wrote 18. Thank god, cos the whole “free rwriting ” .. damn I just can’t. Wleell, I can… it’s just the whole spelling and stuff thing! Ack! lol wtf is an ack, i knevr use that word.

So Let me know if you’d appreciate and edited and readable post. Actually, were you able to read this without have ing to look at something a million times lol? PS – the only thing I “edited” in this whole post was bolding my questions for you because I do that in every post.

I’m off to do what I do after my posts ..

I wasn’t supposed to , but I glanced at the assignemet again, an d it said that’ I’m supposed to commit to amount of time i’m supposed to well going to write it each day and that’s why they recommond each day. fuck man! i don’t want to commit for just 15 minutes, but let’s just say today i did. i want to commit to at least 30 minutes a day. that doesn’t sound to hard, and to be honest i probably would hace continues to write if i didn’t have to look like an idiot. and as of right now, i’ve been wirting for 24 minutes so 6 to go lol. plus i have to think of a title and tags still. so 30 minutes seems fine. go me!

actually i really only glanced at the assignment cos i had to because it was open on my screen and i had to open a new tab to get to wordpress =P

Oh! PS! i didn’t get to sit down to start writing this til 10 after 10. right after my dad decideed to order food, i mean right after my dad ordered food, he dsaid he was out of scotch, so i decided to volunteer to walk to the liqour store and get him some if he bought my a pack of smokes so he said okay. and the liaoqour store is only like, 8 blocks away. so i went up there and got his stuff then i wanlked back this way to ge t this smokes. i used the change to get $7 worth of scratch offs .. so i got 3 $1 ones and 2 $2 bingso. no wins on the $1 ones, but we onwon at least $2 each on the bingos, yay. it took about 30 minutes well a litle but more for me to walk but of course the video lol what? video! i’m dumb, see lol .. i mean FOOD was there. i got myself a margherita pizza and it was delicious .. delicioso as i liek to ssay .. procnounce dell lish e oh so … lol k done

PSS – i just googled who i remember you is by .. thank god i was right =D

Today, I’m going to pretend I have superpowers! Not all of them, just a couple .. invisibility and teleportation. And I only have them for a day, so I have to make the most of them. There are many things I could do, and most of them aren’t so legal .. this one included. But if you come along with me, you’ll understand why.

After I am given the superpowers, I “come to” in a familiar yet surreal place that I haven’t been in over 7 years .. my son’s (Jay’s) father’s (Kyle) house. I’m in Kyle’s living room, and it’s looks almost the same as the last time I was there .. dark, cluttered/filthy, and full of smoke. The windows, TV screen, EVERYTHING is stained with nicotine. The carpet has never been vacuumed; the ashtray hasn’t been emptied in what seems like days, but Kyle and his mom (Beth) are chain smokers, so it was probably dumped when they woke up this morning. I notice the time: 7:59am.

I walk out of the tiny living room into the even darker hallway, and make a left into the much lighter, but just as cluttered kitchen. The walls still have the same aqua-ish paint, but now have a yellowish tinge. Actually, everything’s the same in here as well! The kitchen table, chairs, external pantry, fridge .. damn! But this is where I find Jay .. the first time I see him in over 4 years. I start to tear up. I want to hug and hold him, but I know he won’t feel me and it will just be weird. So I hop up and sit on the counter and watch him eat his bowl of Kix. When he’s done, he just leaves his bowl there (“wtf?!” I think, “has Kyle and them really not taught him to clean up after himself?”) and walks to his room, where I assume he’s going to change for school.

I follow him. While he opens the bedroom door, I am nervous about what I am going to see. When Kyle and I were together, I never saw the inside of this room. Kyle literally slept on the living room floor. Beth said Kyle destroyed that room so bad that she could barely open the door. Ugh, I cringe. I SO hope Jay’s room isn’t that bad .. but I hoped wrong. Kyle lives in there with him apparently, and more than half the mess I see is Kyle’s. I am furious; why is Kyle letting Jay live like this?! This isn’t fair to him at all. There’s a bunk bed in here, and it seems to me that Jay has the top bunk. Look, Kyle’s not a big guy .. a tall, scrawny thing. He could fit up there and be fine! I can’t believe he’s letting his own son sleep up there! I mean, yeah .. he’ll be 8 in less than a week, but that, in my opinion, is the minimum! But whatever, I’m not here to make decisions, unfortunately. But what’s really sad though is the fact that most of Kyle’s garbage is empty beer bottles, cans, and ashtrays .. I’m now more horrified than furious. I calm down once Jay gets into his school uniform; green polo, khakis, and black shoes .. he looks soo handsome! He then walks into the bathroom to brush his teeth (pssh, at least he can do that!) quickly (ugh, I spoke too soon) and fix his hair.

It’s now 8:08am, and Jay has to be at school at 8:30am. School’s right down the street, so Beth drives Jay to school since Kyle doesn’t have an license, even though he’s 30. When Kyle goes back into the kitchen to retrieve Jay’s bookbag and lunchbox, I notice the fridge is actually stocked with food! Milk, OJ ANDD apple, some Tupperware containers (looks like left overs .. pasta and red sauce, fried chicken, broccoli), lunch meat, madd condiments! What a miracle! And Kyle’s 12 pack isn’t empty and chillin! I laugh at myself. Before Jay, that fridge literally only had creamer in it .. MAYBE a beer from last night.

I follow the three of them downstairs, and Uncle Guy (he lives downstairs) is in the dark, dusty, but bare parlor watching the news. I glance around at everything, and it’s really the same exact way it’s always has been .. same furniture, same positions, same spookiness in the air. Seriously, I always thought that house was haunted. They all did. I want to check out the attic at some point today, but I’m NOT going up there alone, and I don’t know if Kyle still hangs out up there. That was the creepiest part of the house. Kyle and I tagged the hell out of out the parts that had dry wall (most of it was brick), and hung up out there soo many nights listening to music, smoking pot, and having sex .. ahh, the good all days.

I decide I want to stay; I can watch Jay at school later. Why the sudden change of mind? Kyle doesn’t go for the ride. I can sneak back upstairs with him when he’s done saying goodbye to Jay, and really mess with him. Like I said, the whole house (except maybe Jay .. I’ve never been able to ask him) knows the house is haunted, so yah. But Kyle is taking longer than I expected since Uncle Guy is BSing with him about what kind of yard work he needs Kyle to do over the next couple of days since spring has finally sprung.

Finally! After what seems like an hour, Kyle and I finally get back upstairs. I glance at the clock on the cable box; 8:21am .. wow, my timing’s way off for once. I’m hoping Beth doesn’t come home right away so I have some time to mess with Kyle, but I doubt it since she didn’t mention anything. But that’s okay, because I don’t mind fucking with her either .. the thing is though, I kind of want to do this in a way that Kyle might think it’s me messing with him. As for Beth, she’s almost never liked me, so I feel like she’ll even call the fuzz on a ghost, ha! I sit on the couch and glance at the TV playing close captioned Maury, while Kyle sits at the PC and browses through iTunes to find a good to start with. I suddenly remember Kyle likes to listen to music AND watch TV at the same time .. hence the reason why the CC is on. Perfect opportunity to mess with the music and put on some of “our songs”.


So, whatcha think? I personally think I did an awesome fricken job! To be honest, I did want to go to school with Jay, but at the last moment I decided to stay home, even though school would’ve been a better place to do this certain assignment. But oh well. And hey, who knows? Maybe I’ll come back to this story at some point of my blogging career and go to school. Remember, I only have them for a day (24 hours, I guess), and it’s only been about an hour. Maybe once Writing 101 is over I can do this as a weekly thing .. what do you think?

Here’s some food for thought before I said goodbye .. If you were given the option to have up to 3 superpowers for 72 hours (3 days), what would you want them to be, and why?


UGH! I’ve been super procrastinating =/ I meant to post on Thursday, and that got delayed, so I was going to post that post (along with stuff about Friday and Saturday) on Saturday night and then post some influence/review stuff on Sunday .. but now it’s Monday night, and I haven’t done any of that. Instead, I’m doing my first assignment for Writing 101: Unlock The Mind.

I’m supposed to write about anything for 20 minutes straight, but I’m not supposed to think about what to write. Kinda sucks because it would be nice to post the entry I almost finished on Saturday night, or what I wanted to talk about yesterday, or even just do some promoting for my influence/review stuff. But I’ll be good and do what I’m actually supposed to do. At least I don’t have horrible writers block =P

One thing I am going to do though is I’m not going to immediately post this after 20 minutes is up; I have to edit it before I do that. And if any of you wonder what I mean whenever I say I have to edit stuff .. well this is usually how I do it: I write all of my entries in Notepad. Then I copy and paste it onto WordPress so I can (not necessarily in this order) spell check, add links, pictures, video, etc., format text, think of tags and the title, choose a category or two, and figure out what I want my Twitter LINK post (and now Google+ and Tumblr .. I rarely use them, but if I want to gain a major following [see below] I gotta do what I gotta do, right?) to say. Most of the time, it seems like that takes longer than writing the actual post!

Speaking of Twitter, I’m kind of starting to get a little following on their, yay! I mean, I only have ~150 followers, while I follow ~250 people, but but numbers are steadily rising; anywhere from 10-20 a day for both sides. I actual feel kinda special because of this =] and I’m not even promoting myself! So I seriously have no idea how they find me. But I ended up changing my Twitter bio today from “I like to think that I’m cute and funny although I’d like to be hott and hilarious, but I’m probably just average and corny .. YOU BE THE JUDGE”  to “ , , ?? trying to learn anything and everything about what I want to do. FIND ME EVERYWHERE; my username is almost always “. Now I feel that might help me attract more follows and for the right reasons, don’t you agree? What do you think about the new bio? What would change, if anything?

5 more minutes, so I guess this’ll be the last thing I’ll say in this entry. When I first made this blog and started blogging, I said I had no idea what I wanted to blog about, and that I really started it because I wanted to journal. I still want to journal, but it really does seem like all of the good blogs have a few topics they discuss. Since I’ve received my Influenster and PINCHme samples, and I have a Smiley360  one on the way .. maybe this blog could be be a review blog? And I guess that’s what it means to be an influencer, right? (20 MINUTES IS UP! really, it took 5 minutes to write this paragraph? uhh, k) I know there are blogs that are like that, plus more, such as where to find free stuff, giveaways, etc., so maybeee one day I’ll get into that too .. but we’ll see, cos alot of that stuff seems kinda scammy. What do you think about blogs like that? Any and all advice is welcome =]

Alright, it’s 8:25pm, and it’s time for me to edit and post so I can get on with writing some good content =P Have a good night =D