Is this truly peanut butter jelly time?

Ignore this blog posting. Random musings. Or read it. Perhaps deep meaning can be revealed by my sleep deprived, sugar addled brain.

Monkey spittle.

I guess we shouldn't be getting our hopes up too high then.

I started writing this post, just now. Well, about a minute ago actually. But it was very recently. A recently that is become less recently the more I talk about it being recent. Sorry, got off track there. Anyways.

I started to write this post as a stream of consciousness in its most pure form. Pure meaning that I am typing exactly what my brain decides should be typed, without really thinking about it first. Unless it types something bad. Then I might edit it. I don't need more people to have blackmail about me. Actually, I don't think anyone has anything to blackmail me with. Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah. It isn't really a pure stream, it's a bit murky.

Nine days camping in the middle of nowhere with loud small children and no access to technology (To a point. I mean, I had a flashlight.) can really mess with a person. I guess.

Also, let me be the first to tell you, sunburn sucks. Ok, so I realize I really wasn't the first person to tell you that, and you are probably thinking that I should have been smart enough to wear sunscreen. I reply that I don't need any of your attitude at the moment, and that I fully understand the majesty of my stupidity when it comes to not protecting my skin.

One of my close family friends died of skin cancer, he likes to be outside a lot. He didn't use sunscreen. You probably didn't know that. If you do, stop reading my blog mom. It's creepy. I mean, what if I wrote some incredibly emo poem about wanting to end my life and then be free from my cruel mortal bonds. Or maybe I could write about how I had sex with thirty random strangers last weekend.

Which I didn't. Just clarifying.

Or maybe I could write about how you don't love me enough. But if that was true then why would you be reading my blog?

Stalker mom. Hehe... It's like soccer mom... only.... not.

Well, I just sat staring off into space for a good ten minutes. Which is usually a sign that I need to get off the computer, and go to sleep.

But I don't want to. (But it would be better for my health.) True, but I should make every day last longer. Summer won't last forever. (Yeah, but it is technically no longer the "today" you woke up in) Yeah... But, I don't care. (Fine, it's your grumpy mood and incessant need to nap tomorrow. Not my problem... Aw, who am I kidding, it totally is. Now I have to put up with you.) Whatever.

Isn't this nice, you and my together (I am now speaking to you, the reader of this post. Why are you still reading?) Seem to have just shared the wonderful discovery of my much more intelligent split personality person. Isn't this fun? We should do this more often.

(Not that it would be good for my health, or my grades.)

Plus, I don't always feel in the mood to do things like this. But I do find that life is much more interesting for me when I am.

Eh, I don't have anything interesting to type anymore. Well, I do. But I don't want to. And you can't make me. I'll save it for another night. (Why did I title this post the way I did? All well, no edits. I promised.)

Until next time~

The mysterious guy with the hockey mask and the chainsaw. It's ok though, I have Bud light. (But seeing as we're all under age here. Well, most of us are. I think. Maybe. Present company excluded of course, if you aren't. Anyways, my point is, we'll call it root beer. Or sprite. or something drinkable that you like.)

*smacks self* *mind out of gutter...* < That was probably the type of thing I should have edited out. But I don't wanna. Well I kind of do. Now I'm all torn up inside. Not literally. Put the phone down.

Meh. Our younger audience members. (All none of them) won't have read far enough, and even if they did, they won't appreciate my subtle wit and humor. (Please ladies and gentlemen, for your own safety keep you tray tables in the upright position, and your sarcasm detectors on at all times. Thank you for flying Gildron airlines. We hope you lot held out better then the last bunch.)

Sissies.