As my first blogging action, I got a picture. But I'm tired of all my picture because I'm too stupid to download pictures from my camera, though I have tried on numerous occasions. So I decided I'd just use the first one I found, fuck it. Unfortunately, the first one I found was a really weird bad one. So I photoshopped it. Now you can't even tell it's me. I look black. Or mixed. Or something. I would like it. But I don't.

Yeah. I'm so conflicted over cuss words. Especially the F word. I have no idea. Do I love to use it? Or do I hate to use it. I don't even know. It confuses me horribly. There are so many things for me to be confused about and I usually make sense out of them but I CAN"T figure this out. ITS RIDICULOUS. OCD for real. Sometimes I think I'm bipolar. That would explain a LOT of things. I dunno. And no, I know I am NOT a hypochondriac. But if I have one of the things, they often tie into the other so since it makes since to have one it makes sense to have both. Anyways.

I don't think Jason likes it when I cuss. Except that he might think it's kinda funny. Maybe that's my problem. I am bipolar! He's my other side!

Screw that.

I think other people's blogs are really cool. It's amazing how interesting every single person in the world's life is. It's ridiculous. I want to live them all. I used to always think of heaven, and there was this crazy machine where you lived someone elses life and had all their thoughts, but it didn't invade on privacy because you so perfectly understood them you were like their soul, and it didn't take a lot of time because it was heaven and you had a "cloud"load (haha) of time.

The problem with blogging is that other people say stuff and I'll want to say stuff but I won't be able to. And then I absolutely ALWAYs think what I write is stupid. Even as I write it I think it's stupid. And if I go back and read it I'll immediately delete it. And I'll edit it so other people don't think it's stupid. It'd fucked up and it pisses me off. Not really though.

Also I'm ridiculously long-winded. I wonder if I know a single person who's as bad as I am. I really don't think so. It's pathetic. I'm compulsive.

And right now I should be pulling an allnighter... of responsible things. But instead I'm doing this. Already a bad influence. Aghsatha ChristY Jesus.