Facebook Notes: An Addiction

Hello, my name is...well actually you don't need to know that. Unless you already do...in which case you can just fill in that blank. Otherwise, feel free to name me as you please.

Sorry, let's continue.

Hello, my name is ___________ and I am a Facebook Note Addict.

I don't know what it is...for some reason they draw me in and take my soul for hours at a time...however I have a theory...

As I reflect on the dozens of notes that I have filled out purely out of EXTREME boredom, I find that many of them are the stupid kind. And when I say that, I mean they ask questions about you that are awkward and pointless. They also often contain grammatical errors. Not okay.

The reason I have come to believe that I thrive off of entering random information about myself into a computer over and over and over again? A need to be heard.

That's it. That simple.

We all like to be heard. Face it.

For any of you who just said, "Psh she's stupid, that's not true," you KNOW I'm right. You probably wanted to say that to my face (If you even knew who I was...). Hence, I am correct. You wanted to be heard when saying I was wrong and you were right. Owned.

Anyway. I feel like the reason that I continue to waste time on these notes is to put my personality out there...you know? I want to be heard. I want people to like me for who I am. Therefore, I put "who I am" into the view of my friends hoping and praying that they accept it. Or that, hopefully, the more they see it, the more they get used to it.

I guess I'm just a sucker for acceptance...

That's really all I have to say on the subject...sadly.

You know that's probably the reason I blog too...hmmm...interesting...

P.S. -- Bet you're laughing now! You know who you are :)

I'm Sane, I Swear It

That may be a lie. I like to think that I'm sane and that everything that goes through my mind is somehow "normal." However, that is very likely NOT the case. The reason for my recent self-doubt about my sanity? Driver's ed.

Five days. Six and a half hours each day. It's summer. It's hot outside. There are two small windows. There are 13 students. Our teacher is oblivious. We're cracking.

There is really no point for us to sit through this in my opinion. We don't learn anything. We don't even pay attention. We are only thrust further and further into sleep debt. The 5-15 minute videos that we watch several of each day are a godsend. Movies = sleep.

Our exam is tomorrow. 50 multiple choice questions, apparently very easy. Our teacher, Bob (Yes, Bob.) told us that the questions would only be based on whatever text was in red on the PowerPoints, or, as he refers to them, modules. So far, we've taken down MAYBE 15 things that were in red. Make sense to you? Thought not. Because it surely seems pointless to me.

We draw. We text. We listen to our iPods. But most often, we sit and do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Bob makes us read the slides in the modules, so we're forced to stay awake.

Lunch is half an hour long. Or...well...it's supposed to be. Today it was an hour long. Bob says he was trying to get a new car for another branch of the school. Our thoughts -- Bob was smoking. He does this. A lot. I think that's why there are so many movies in the modules...see there I go. I meant PowerPoints.

We get occasional 10 minute breaks, during which we all run across the street to the convenience store. Why? AC.

This post is pointless...

Bob also has a habit of saying "mkay?" after every sentence. It's quite entertaining to monitor his use of this phrase. Once you realize it, it's all you hear.

I really don't know what else to write...

Can I be done now?

Sorry for wasting your time.

But hey, what else would you be doing right now if you had the time to read this?

Take the Noose Off Your Ambition

When deciding what to name this blog, I took votes, asked advice, and rifled through tons of saved quotes and jokes. It was a tough decision. I felt that the titles I considered deserved SOME recognition, and others I promised to incorporate somehow. So here are some titles that just didn't cut it:

Take the Noose Off Your Ambition
A quote from one of my favorite songs, "Throw Away Your Television" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers, I felt that this quote was a good candidate. It came in a close second. I promised that it would be used somehow, and it will be used more than once in my posts at random times, but for now, it's simply the title of this post. The title I actually chose (For those of you too lazy to look up or don't realize that my title is, what, 5 inches from where you're staring right now? Yeah, it's Reinventing Intuition, but I'm sure you already knew that) is also from this song, minus the fact that the true lyric is "Reinvent Your Intuition." However, I felt that commanding you to do so was inappropriate on my part. So I held back.

All For One and One For All
I don't know why I liked this...in hindsight, it was stupid to consider, so I won't go into detail on this one. I'll take this opportunity to say that most explanations won't be as drawn out as the one above. I apologize for the inconvenience.

Crawling To The Moon
From the lyric, "I'll make it to the moon if I have to crawl," from the Red Hot Chili Peppers' song "Scar Tissue." I've always liked this quote. That is all.

Which Way's Up?
Ok this one actually has a purpose. The other night I had this dream. I don't recall what it was about...but nonetheless I DO remember the last quote spoken by I character I didn't recognize. He said, "Sometimes I think to myself, and I realize, maybe I don't know which way is up anymore. Maybe up is just where I'd like it to be, and wherever I go I'm moving up in my own personal opinion..." Or something to that effect...

There were a few others that crossed my mind, but I don't remember them and neglected to document them in any way. Sorry. This is all you get for today.

Here We Go

So having recently been introduced to the world of blogging through the rather clever and creative blogs of two friends, I came to this conclusion on the reason why I should, myself, post a blog: why the hell not?

There's not much you need to know about me except for that I am, first and foremost, a musician. Or...well...I am first and foremost a human...but I feel that if The Killers can question the existence of humanity and instead suggest that we are dancers, why can't I suggest that I am a musician? Seeing the logic here? I hope so.

You also must know that I am not a wonderful speller. Any typos that show up here aren't here because I'm "stupid," I'm just a little...lazy when it comes to spell checker.

Anyway. I like to think that I'm different. I try not to conform and I basically always have my head in the clouds. I like to tell myself I'm not your typical girl. However, try as I may to be different, somehow everything I do becomes normal. As I am crunched for time this morning, we won't go into detail about these things. I will save that for another date.

So basically I'm a fun loving musician who doesn't really care much about what others think about me. Unless you're a musician too. Then I care. Very much so. But really I just like to chill. I love my friends to pieces, I'm obsessed with the Red Hot Chili Peppers, I play ice hockey, and I act (Or...well...I'm starting to anyway).

And there you have it. Just a girl looking for an outlet. Just an ordinary girl. I think...I'll get back to you when I know for sure...