The end of blogging? So soon?

I seem to always start these posts with absolutely nothing on my mind, and then eventually begin thinking and having my mind work non-stop.

Absolutely nothing is on my mind right now.

So I guess I'm all set.

I bought presents for my friend today. Christmas presents....

5 days after christmas...

but whatever.

It's the thought that counts.

And of course, before today, I had absolutely no transportation anywhere.... but my mom's friend took me to the mannasas mall. She's a better mother than my mother is...

My sister is in the hospital. Not Morgan... Alana. She has some organ infected... I don't know which. I'm rarely ever told the details of.... anything....

I babysat my mother's friend's 8-year-old son last night. He's alright for an 8-year-old. Normally, I can't stand little children. They make me want to saw off my own head with barbed wire.... but Zane (that's his name) is actually pretty cool. For an 8-year-old. I mean, he can have very, very, very annoying moments, but all children have that. And, since he never knew his father, he looks to me as a father-figure, which is a responsibility that I would rather not have. He tries to act like me, he tries too look like me... when I saw him last night when his mom picked me up, he walked into the house wearing his hair in the same emo style that I do. meh...

I bought some blue hair dye at hot topic. Instead of dying all of my hair this time (which would be a lot harder than before because it's about twice as long....), I'm going to do streaks across my hair. Hopefully it won't end up making my hair gray like last time. I don't want to look like an old man.... wise as I may be.

Sherri (my mom's friend's name....) also gave me some matches so I finally have something I can light incense with. And no, as tempting as it is, I won't be using them for entertainment. My pyromaniacal days are over.

I need to clean my room some more...

These words aren't coming as naturally to me as they usually do...

Maybe my blogging days have finally subsided....

...after 6 posts...

hopefully not...

My mother is screaming across the house for me to empty the dishwasher. It probably isn't wise to not comply.

Music: The Good Times Are Killing Me - Modest Mouse
Mood: nuetral