I don't know how to take this. I was informed last night by my exboyfriend that I was acting weird. He didn't know how to deal with me. And the reason I'm acting weird is... (drumroll please) that somehow since we broke up, I gained self-confidence. And he wanted to know why. HA. Maybe its because I'm not worrying about whats going on with him anymore. Or maybe its that I broke away from only hanging out with his group and got my own. Hmm... I guess it doesn't really matter much. I guess I just thought it was funny.

I Love thunderstorms! They are the best things when you're not out in them. You get to curl up in a blanket and be a dork with a book or a computer. Its not quite cold enough, although close, for hot chocolate, but you get the idea. I can't go anywhere because my parents would freak, and thats ok, I don't really want to.

I have proof that me trying to raise a child would be dangerous. At least at my current life stage. I have managed to raise two codependant cats. I've had them since I they were three months old and aparently they act very strangely when I'm not around. But I haven't noticed anything weird until today, because they're afraid of my parents two cats, who are very possesive of me and my time. But today I spent the entire day in my bedroom, where only my two cats venture... and they can't let me out of their sight for more than 2 minutes. Its weird. Note to self: no kids until I figure out how I managed to warp cats.

Obviously, last night was interesting.

Not only did I get to go out with my best friend, her husband, and his friend, I got to work on a survey that will coming out soon and pray to god that Cole got home ok. So that last part wasn' t fun, but it did add to the interest.

Why are people So silly? If you're going to get drunk stay where you're drinking. Or notice before you start drinking that you're getting annoyed at the people you're with, so you can go home and get drunk there. And leaving the place you were drinking at, on foot, without you're keys (because someone you're annoyed at took your keys) is not a good idea either.

Everyone went to sleep while he was walking around, so he got locked out of the apartment... but he could still drive his car because he had a spare key. So the poor boy couldn't go home, but he could drive while he was drunk. yea... and call me at 330. yea.... hopefully cole won't look at this page again anytime soon. :) If there had been anything I could do for him, I would be less annoyed. But as it stands, I couldn't offer him the couch here because my mom was sleeping on it (nothing wrong with my parents, she hurt her ankle and can't do the stairs) and I was so tired that it would have been almost as dangerous for me to drive to get him as it was for him to be driving himself around.

OK I've ranted, I feel better.

After little to no sleep, I've decided to change my answer from duck to platypus... I mean, who wouldn't want to be proof that god has a sense of humor? AND have all the characteristics that the duck has?

I remember being asked when I was little, besides the ever popular what do you want to be when you grow up: if you could be an animal, what kind of animal would you be? Back then I probably said something like a horse or a cat or even more probably, a unicorn. My opinion has taken a dramatic turn. I would want to be a duck. They're silly, get to swim all day, and everything slides off their back. I wish I could let more slide than I do.

In studying art history, I have realized something that may mess with a few minds... or may not... it all depends. What if the Rosetta stone was written to throw people off track? Could it be that the Egyptians didn't want people to know what they were saying and decided to write something that looked like a key. I hold that what ever the Rosetta stone says in Greek is not comparable to what it says in hieroglyph and that the other writing says something else entirely... all probably meaning nearly the same thing though. They probably each say that they are duplicates of the other two writings.

Why is it that perfectly normal people, with semi-decent love lives, ask advice from people who are not in a relationship, and possibly wouldn't know one if it fell on them from sputnik?

I was driving home from work and looked at the moon. I don't always notice the moon, but it was screaming for attention tonight. It was really low, big, and Yellow. Thats when it hit me. I can no longer see the man in the moon. Its not that he's not there, its that my mind has been so destroyed by corporate crap that the man in the moon now looks like a really big energizer bunny. That makes me sad.

This is fun. Although I have no idea what I'm doing. I wish I knew anything about html coding.. but I don't. Or at least, I don't remember. Hopefully Shaun will help me out and I can make it possible for people to leave me messages. :)

So, I've decided that if there is a cupid, he has an incrediably demented sense of humor. My closest friend met and is in the process of falling for, a good guy at my best friend's wedding. However, she lives in Indiana and he lives in Topeka. I don't know how they're doing the distance thing. .... oh well.... fly on cupid.

I went to see George Carlin tonight, and I would love to say that he was awesome.... but I just cant. Its not that I was offended, because I wasn't. I was a little sickened by some of his material... and I was just sad. He's such a nice man offstage... but then he gets out on stage and becomes this freaky person that thinks everyone in the world should be dead.