BLOGGING! Egad? What to make of this? A Blog? What kind of word is this? Who made this up? Que Es?

Well enough of that. Today was terrible. I woke up in all sorts of back pain from the hood of a car (I was looking at the stars you perverts. Most of the time anyway) and I couldnt really even get out of bed. Not that I usually get out of bed at appropriate hours anyway, but it still sucked. I walk like an old man now and it's kinda funny but the hurty kinda funny when you're making the best of things. Anyway, it feels better now mostly so don't worry about me. I am encouragable.

So. I need a lot of money in a short amount of time. Usually if someone is female there are a few options there, but I dont think thats for me. I need a job. And I need to sell stuff. Money money money.

OOH! I found a bag of chips. Goody! They're old though, but no matter. MUNCH!

My train of thought is quite sporadic. It could be because I'm doing a bunch of other stuff at the same time as BLOGGING! Like eating a cheese sammich and old chips. And I'm on the phone. Like its cool. Woo...

NEXT THOUGHT! Zelda. Zelda is Bitchin'. I wish I had a wii so's I could play Twilight Princess. I so miss playing Zelda. I still whip out Ocarnia of Time once in a while because It's still awesome. No matter what, there will be Zelda. Roaches, Kieth Richards, and Zelda.

My brain hurts. It must be the brain worms. THEY MAKE ME YELL! And do obscene things in public. Terrible, terrible things. And on that note, I shall take leave of this blogging place of unfortunate nothingness. AVAST! TOO MANY CAPITAL LETTERS!

Love and trouser kisses.

I'm sneaking up on another one of those Mondays. Egad! Well actually Monday isn't any different than any other day for me because I do a whole lot of nuthin. Well today I painted my house. Now the walls are red and I am stained from paint and lingering hair dye. RED! PASSION! BEETS!

Beets are fire. Sex is fire too, even moreso, however beets are a fire-veggie. Which makes them cool. See, beets are like the only vegetable with such intensity that they stain you on the inside. They stain your hands and mouth and all kinds of stuff. They come out the same color they went in. Oh, and they're yummy. They come straight out of the earth and the smell is HARDCORE! SEX BEETS!

More guit-fiddle playing today. All day this time at my friend's house. He was teaching me stuff and I was learning pretty well and gettin my groove on. She-bang! Earlier I was following my momma around playing guitar like an El Mariachi and she was annoyed and it was awesome. I even had a sombrero. Bitchin'.

My friend Chris was driving me around today and we ended up hitting a skunk. He swerved to avoid a deer and we felt a thump anyway and then the smell hit us. Oh Lordy. It stunk up something fierce, as skunks are known to do. So now I sorta smell like that, and Chris's car is a lost cause in the olfactory department. My dogs got skunked a while back and I had to shampoo them after covering them with some foul tomato product. It was pretty rank. But I love my puppies and they shouldn't have to smell bad just because they like to chase rodents around the yard.

I think that might be it for tonight. Maybe I'll post again later if I feel so compelled. Perhaps not. Maybe there will be a great flood or some sillyness like that and the world will end. Who knows?

Anyway, much love and peanut butter balls.

I've never done this before, so I'm not sure how it all works. What to say? I'm not one for keeping journals unless something is bugging me and I need to put things into perspective. But I'm fine now. Better than fine. I'm pretty cool, if I may say so. And it is my blog so's I can say whatevah I choose.

It's probably about 5:30 in the morning right now, and I'm too much of a zombie to check. I've been up all night playing guitar. Not as glamorous as some of the things I'm sure the rest of you have been up to, but I'm somewhat masochistic when it comes to guitar strings cutting up my hands. I like playing guitar, mostly because it's somewhat challenging. I've tried piano, and while I loved the sound, it was really easy to pick up, but nearly impossible to get better because my piano kept falling out of tune and I don't have anyone to teach me. But guitars? Psh, they tear you up. It is terribly difficult to get your fingers to move the right way and do EXACTLY what you want because fret boards aren't very forgiving. A lot of my friends play electric guitar. They like the distortion sound so they play heavier tones and whatnot, but my passion is classical guitar. I love the sound of acrylic strings, and I'm so happy that I'm finally able to create them myself instead of drooling over my CD player. My mom had an old guitar lying around (who knew?) and I picked it up one day and lo and behold I'm pretty good at it. I sound like I'm all fancy but really I've only been doing it a month, but I love it.

Anyhoo. I met a lot of old friends at a Sheetz today. People that I haven't seen in years. People change. I knew this, but sometimes it is just shocking. There's so much stuff out there to get caught up in that I guess it's easy to lose touch with what really matters. Like puppies. Oh I LOVERS me some PUPPIES! They're so fuzzy.

I decided today that God and Nature are the same thing. I'm quite suddenly becoming philosophical at the moment so bear with me, not that anyone is actually going to read this, but still. I had one of those unconfortable conversations today whilst laying on the hood of a car staring at the stars. We were talking of constellations and whatnot and somehow it came to proving the existence of a higher power. I thought of tomatoes. Tomatoes remind me of Jesus. Yeah, wierd, but it gets worse.

How is it that you can plant a seed and get a tomato? Yeah, it takes a while, but seriously! Dirt? Seed? Tomato? Who woulda thought? I have been watching some of my tomato plants flourish this summer and recently picked my first tomato. Mine! I grew it. I planted it one day in the rain and I thought to myself "hey wouldn't it be cool if this turned into a tomato?". It did. I ate it yesterday. Yum.

Whatever mysteries of the universe exist I do believe that tomatoes are taken for granted. They're actually a fruit. And they're pretty colors. AND THEY COME OUT OF DIRT! WTF!? You can credit Jesus, but there's something more sinister afoot if you ask me. Which obviously you are doing by continuing to read this swill.

Nature is wonderful. Stuff grows, stuff dies, things change color, there's all sorts of yummy fruits and veggies to be had, it rains sometimes, there's the moon to think about, the sun as well, and PUPPIES! All that fun stuff brought to you by Nature. And the letter F.

It's that feeling of a soft breeze on a slightly cloudy day in late summer.

It's the awe after an ice storm, where everything is made of glass.

It's a furry wet nose intent on smothering you with puppy kisses.

Warm sunshine = Hug from Jesus.

Enough said.

Oh dear I'm probably raping this website with my meanderings into the stuff of communication. I'm just proud I can type after all that guit-fiddlin'. With proper grammar as well, oh dearie me!

That's enough of that. I'm tempted by sleep.

SALUTATIONS..