The Third Year

Ok, not a full, to-the-day, three years, but it's still been roughly three years since I started this blog. I've been lazy, I've been deep, I've been silly, I've been serious, and only one person leaves comments though I know for a fact that in the last week alone, this blog has gotten twenty views. Now, I realize that Americans surf the web like they surf the ocean, but still. Would it hurt to leave a comment? I realize that a lot of what I share is irrelevant or boring to most, but still. Come on guys! I'm a high school kid! Cut me some slack! Our emotional states are fragile enough as it is, we don't need people brushing us off like dirt. Ok, that was a bit harsh and winy  but it was meant to be sarcastically funny. Oh, and remember when I posted about how I hate it when certain keys get sticky? Well today it's the 'y' key. You'd be amazed how often the English language actually uses the letter 'y', and how many times words that have the letter 'y' in them are used in even half a day. Yeah, it's more than you'd think. In fact, just count how many 'y's there are that are not in half quote marks. You might be surprised... unless you work as a newspaper editor or a clerk or some such. Then you'll probably roll your eyes at this silly little youngster. Well guess what? YOU WERE ONCE MY AGE! And you know what else? You probably had the same thought about some letter that was difficult to write, a key that was hard to press on the typewriter, or a key that was hard to press on the junky keyboard you learned how to type on. Ok, petty ranting over. Sorry about that. Anyway... did I have a point? Oh yeah! Three years. Kinda cool to think about it. I've had this blog for three years. And you know what? I might still be writing on it after I've graduated college and gotten a job with thankless children yelling and making me want to tear out my hair in despair. Oh hey. That almost rhymed. On a completely different note, it's hard to tpe with a cat resting her head on my right arm. It's my dominate hand after all.

Just Gotta Say...

History projects are yuck, and so are sticky space bars. Honestly, I've had to bang on the space bar   to get it to work several times today. It sucks when you have to press it with both thumbs to make sure it actually makes a space. But then there are the times when it makes spaces when you don't want it to. I hate that too. Anyway, Socialism and Free Enterprise. Ten days to complete a paper and turn it in before it's considered late. I hate my procrastinator personality. On one hand, it gives me plenty of inspiration from videos, but on the other makes it really hard to write papers. So, really, sucks to be me. But at least I got my mom a pretty, useful for the whole family, birthday present. Blah, now I don't have anything to say to aid me in my dodging of my paper. * sigh* I hate papers... and most of my schoolwork... and yet I want to be a teacher... a science/history teacher. Yeah, how did that happen?