Delicacy, in the form of a Sledge Hammer

Ok.

Totally ignoring the fact that I am quite possibly the worst blogger in the world, I'm going to give all the non-existent blog fans an update:

I don't think my mom came back last night.

Its 11 PM. She isn't back yet.

The Cursed Key to Happiness

I write this post in faith that my parents will not notice, nor care. But maybe my father will yell at me to go bed, or my mother will softly, but firmly tell me to get off and go get ready for bed. Their quite the surprise, my parents. Something I've learned all too well.

For the past... month maybe? Or weeks? I'm not sure how long its been since I last wrote on this blog, but we all know that I warned you about my irregular posting rate. But for however long its been since I last wrote, I have acquired a sort of veil of normalcy over the image of my parents communications. Things have been undoubtedly better between them, but not tonight.

Oh no, sir, not tonight.

(The Illusion of) Perfection in an otherwise Im-Perfect World

Life sucks.

Well, let me rephrase that: Life is im-perfect. Fact of life, actually. I often read books, but seldom do I read to "escape" from my own life. But that's been happening more often these past few days. And I finally see the appeal of "escaping", especially if it's a story worth escaping into. But escaping dosn't help at all, because when you finish reading "The End" page, then your just right back where you began; in your own, screwed up life. But more on that later.

Insert Smart-Alecky Post Title Here:

I know, I know. I have a pretty lame title today, but thats because (shockingly) I have no life-changing events to write about that may urge my vocabulary and supposedly "witty" humor. I just felt like I owed this blog (and the bored reader that I imagine while write, who checks this blog when they are teetering on the brink of unspeakable boredom) another post.

First off, I'd like to apologize for my drama-filled episode last post, which I assure you, does not happen often and (hopefully) will never make another appearance on this blog. Yes, I am a hormonal teenage girl but I'm not a Drama Queen.

Ignorance is Bliss* (* Restrictions may apply)

Isn't there some saying somewhere, that the thick and just completely-out-of-it person is better off then the smart and sensitive person, because they don't have to deal with such emotions and never know what their missing out on? Or something like that?

Honesty isn't always the BEST Policy...

I'll be frank ladies and gentleman, when I say that when it comes to snappy retorts, I'm not exactly your go-to-girl. Sure, I can come up with some mildly insulting, counter line but I only make up said line around an hour later, when I'm mentally reviewing the situation.

(I also owe the reader a bit more of an explanation then my last post. I'm too lazy to do some "About Me" thing, so most likely I'll make a page for that later.)

Be Careful; I Take Things Literally

I write my first post on this page on my Aunt's Mac computer, cursing the tiny, barely half-an-inch thick keyboard. Due to unspeakable boredom, I'm going to post some weird "status" thing.

Mood: Bored.
Location: My Aunt's "loft" in my Aunt and Grandma's house
Listening to: "Who I am hates Who I've been" by Reliant k, but when the youtube video stops I can hear the audio of "Tootsie" being played downstairs
Working on anything?: A Mermaid Melody AMV, redesigning a logo for an Esty store, a calender of my cousin (who is a 21 year old Cabbage Patch Kid. Don't ask.) and my never-ending pursuit of the illusion of perfection.

Okay, okay so the last one is a little over-dramatic. Indulge me, I'm bored.