Haven’t posted in a while.
For a little while I was addicted to this whole Tumblr thing. Not sure what happened, but I’ve been hesitant to blog, for fear I had nothing to blog about. Then I realized, how often does anyone have anything of any real importance to blog about anyway? Well probably the answer is, often. I don’t know what I’m going on about, but I like to ramble.
If you ever read my journal, which I write in a few times a year, you would see that all I really do is ramble and follow random thoughts as far as I possibly can. It’s entertaining to read though, I have some great entries from when I was 14/15. If any of you readers are at that age, you should write some stuff down. It’s funny and almost enlightening to read 10 years later. Mostly I was just angry at that age, I think because my brother was in and out of hospital and I had to move to this strange place on the other side of the Pacific. I was told by my friend Fievel that there were no cats in America, imagine my disappointment. Also, I’m pretty sure growing up just sucks, no matter who you are. Am I right or am I right?
