Hail to those who have gone...

Okay, well, I am a terrible negligent person and we already know this and I have a lot to say, but I don't know how to say it. So I'm going to do something a little different. I'm going to take a simple online survey that I found filled out on myspace and I'm going to make my own personal confessional of it. I realize that this is the most egotistical thing in the world seeing as, not only am I assuming anybody will care about a survey that I fill out, but here I'm also assuming that they will actually see me as innovative and fresh for changing the format a little.

Let the self-absorbency commence. Maestro, strike up the band...

I've come to realize that my boobs are not my best friend, nor are they my worst enemy. Sometimes they serve as a powerful tool, but that is very rarely and only to people who allow themselves to be swayed by boobs. And really, if you're that interested in a c-cup instead of a conversation, I've got no time for you. Really, I've got no time for my boobs, either.


I've come to realize that this weekend is the last weekend I'll be spending in Anacortes. Ever. And boy, I can't explain how happy that makes me. Not being somebody content to sit around and wait for the next big thing, I feel that's all I really have going for me here.


I've come to realize that when I'm driving I spend entirely too much time talking to myself and making up stories in my mind and rehashing the failings and successes in my life and not nearly enough time paying attention to traffic. To all the other drivers and my insurance company, my heartiest apologies.


I've come to realize that I need to get a job, a clue, and a backbone.


I've come to realize that I have lost my best friend. (For the record, it's not an experience I recommend. Losing touch is one thing, losing the person... not quite the same.)


I've come to realize that I hate it when I talk too much. Blogging is really the easiest way to combat this because nobody has to listen to me here. Nobody has to listen to anything, they can read it if they choose or walk away (click away?) and never come back. Or come back often. Or they can start their own and get their own skeletons out of their own closets and into a fashionable display window with a moon and stars background.



I've come to realize that if I'm drunk I really, really need to have my phone taken away from me. Really, I need to be sequestered in a room by myself with a big bottle of water and a big bottle of aspirin and a big bed. But we all know that never happens...


I've come to realize that money makes people loco. Crazy. Insane. Batty. You get the drift...


I've come to realize that certain people are amazing :). (Certain people aren't, but why would I sully my very own shiny little blog with them? They've got their own way of getting their problems out in the open.)


I've come to realize that I'll always be a little bit heiress, a little bit Irish. (And, on that note, terribly fond of stealing song lyrics to express myself. What is up with that? So unoriginal... Ten point to anybody who knows from whence the heiress/Irish bit originated.)

I've come to realize that I have a crush on celebrities and people who want nothing to do with me. Don't get all "She's so self-deluded and has no self-confidence" on me. EVERYBODY does it. I bet you've done it, too.

I've come to realize that my mom was most likely not perfect but was just as perfect for me as anybody that has ever come into my life (and probably ever will).


I've come to realize that my cell phone is really not that great. I mean, you have to buy the internet plan to even get a freaking picture message. As a result, I do not have the tractor that says "poopdick", I do not have license plate that says TLA, and I cannot send other ridiculous things to those that like ridiculous things.


I've come to realize that when I woke up this morning, I was still tired and wanted to go back to sleep. Which I did. I'm such a lazy girl sometimes.

I've come to realize that last night before I went to sleep... you know what, dear whoever made up this survey, this is a stupid question and the last one was, too. I've come to realize implies that you've had a lot of time to think about something. I've come to realize that.... what about last night? Seriously, you haven't come to realize that, you've just remembered it. And to be honest, I don't even know what I did before bed last night. Probably got under the covers and turned out the lights like I do ever other night. And for the record, some of the questions coming up fall under this same category. Think of better questions for this survey![/meta ]

I've come to realize that right now I am thinking about why on earth Fiona Apple always seems so unhappy.

I've come to realize that my dad has had a much greater influence on who I am than I realized. Also, he's pretty awesome. I really enjoy my dad. ...Most of the time, of course.

I've come to realize that when I get on myspace I wonder why it's been so long since I've been on and then realize that I'm actually just addicted to facebook instead. Facebook ftw!

I've come to realize that today came before tomorrow and just right after yesterday. Isn't that the funniest thing?

I've come to realize that tonight it's kind of dark outside and kind of cold outside, but I'm inside drinking a South American fern and there can't be anything dark or cold about that, maybe just slightly weird.

I've come to realize that tomorrow I will probably do the same thing as I did today. Maybe I'll get the chance to finish The Moor's Last Sigh though...

I've come to realize that I really want to give the world a hug. Not the actual world, it's entirely too big and wet and there are all sorts of prickly things on it like mountains and trees. But you know, the people. Except the ones that I don't like. Why on earth would I pretend to like somebody and hug them? That sounds terrible. But I do love hugs. Maybe if I get super lonely...