Let's shake my dome and see what comes out.

My morning has been filled with filling out forms, being ineligible and losing money and opportunities for it; a beautiful bureaucratic day in the United States of NO.

Well, as they say: whatever fuck it dewd.

I'm completely stickin it to the man this weekend by getting plastered and not reporting my yard sale on my taxes as taxable income. I'm also going to work on my paper and go for a jog before it gets too hot out; and it's already pretty comfy out.

I shouldn't be too worried about getting a job, but jesus christ would it be nice not to live off my savings for awhile and actually save some of that money for a vacation this summer. If I had half as much determination as I should I could create a living for myself. Who says I'm not determined? Only dumb old M-E that's who. Well Natalie, that's fucking bullshit. Get creative.

I'm pretty sure I don't have any heaven to look forward to, so I better start living right the fuck now. How amazingly monotonous I've let my life get. I've let myself become a prisoner to my social aptitude, which is a facade anyway, like my Hello Kitty back pack. My goal today is to be a brave-ass babe.

Lately, I've been comparing the pros and cons of going nowhere and somewhere. It seems, to me, that going anywhere at all is better than going nowhere and looking out at the world, judging places at face value. Is a place better because it is so far away? A little over a hundred years ago people were lucky to travel fifty miles away from their home, much less across half the world. And yet beautiful pieces of art and literature were still able to flourish from all over this big dumb place called Earth.

Then there's this even more dumb thing called the internet that just hemorrhaged knowledge into every crack of a town there is. Like anything too vast and varied to properly qualify, the internet has been the savior of many thirsty for new data, previously unattainable, and the final sledge hammer to reputable popular Western culture. Basically what I'm getting at is isolation is pretty hard to come by, so much so that it seems mythical and therefore frightening to me.

I need to work on not going on so many tangents.

It's my blog whatever fuck it dewd.