I Would be Nothing Without Autotune.

Panic! At the Disco is playing.  ...they would be nothing without the exclamation mark.  Some songs remind me of videogames.  Nails for Breakfast, Tacks for Snacks reminds me of Turtles in Time...when they are in the time of dinosaurs.  Bank of America hold music reminds me of The Magic School bus. ...why? I'm not sure.

My brain is full of a lot of broken files...I wish I could re-format it...and re-organize how things are put.  I want it orderly.  If I keep filling it, perhaps it will render me incapable of caring, or perhaps it will auto-correct itself in order to find space for the things I want there.  

Another new start.  Another new start.  I don't want a new start...I want a continuation of a journey.  I'm happy to know that I've done so many things in my life already, and I'm so young...each wrinkle I get will have a story...until I iron the shit out of them with plastic surgery.  My cheek piercing is causing me to get wrinkles by my eye.  Fuck em.  

I'm currently waiting for my external hard drive to take on all of my music files. ...and all of my other information currently stored on my computer.  1TB seems like enough.  This isn't a plug for the hard drive, but goddamn I'm stoked.  ...but I'm miffed about its arrival.  The USPS man left it by the mailbox, which...as (almost) none of you know...is outside and just a few rectangular boxes attached to a building.  I should write a letter.  But I have no time, nor stamps....or a printer.  I'm sure I could email them and express my disdain for their haphazard handling of my precious.  

I don't really dress that well, and this I know.  I can't stand for when other people dress terribly though. ...well, certain people.  If you have a personality that affords for you to dress frumpy because you have such an awesome personality, it's okay...but if you dress like a fairy and dress like an idiot.  If someone is wearing jeans and a tutu, and a giant fucking bow....you'd better be the hottest girl out there. ...and adorable.  ...and probably weigh 90 lbs (or ninety libras)...and probably be going to a Halloween party where it's cold.  Actually, I tried to find a picture of jeans and tutus together for all of you, but...there aren't any...this is a sign. 

Also, can we talk for a second about Jonny Craig?  If you don't know who he is, he's an amazing vocalist...you can check him out in Emarosa or Dance Gavin Dance.  There are some good vocalists out there, for sure..but he stands out, for sure.  It's not only the fact that his voice is good...it's the emotion he puts into it.  So much soul and emotion would be such a burden.  

Jesús

Jonny

I should be putting together a "Move Mix" for our journey across the country.  I'm happy that my moving buddy (since everyone needs a moving buddy) has the same taste in music (more or less) that I do.  ...this will make things easier...and the fact that we actually get along.  Thank you, Jebus...actually, since Jonny Craig and Jesus Christ have the same initials, I'm going to try my damndest to replace all of my "jesus" moments with "Johnny".  ....maybe.  I'll ponder the potential consequences of this.  

I want to make some goals.  Not like resolutions...I'm not really sure the point of resolutions.  They I feel like they're the only goals set that are acceptable to abandon, by design.  I'm not on that bandwagon.  ...Soooo...I want to try food from at least two other cultures (that I haven't already tried).  I'm not sure what's out there...but I'm sure I won't have a problem fulfilling this.  I also want to be more social.  When I move, I need to make an effort to find friends.  I feel as though I could've tried harder here.  ...instead of just letting things happen, maybe I could have made some more effort.  So as this stint winds down, and things are settled and figured out...I wish to reflect on what I've done here and devise how to improve in my next location.  Also, I don't want to move for a while.  I haven't lived anywhere for over a year in my adult life (I'm a month and a half shy of 24, for those of you who don't know).  ...that might be nice.  

I would also like to mention one more thing before I...sign off for this episode.  I want to say that it's never good to keep those lingering questions without their answers.  If those answers are in other people, find them.  ...or something.  

Deuces

((**big, deep breaths. big, deep breaths...**))

It's been a minute since I last wrote anything.  This is going to be sloppy and poorly written...there's your notice.  I feel as though concurrently so much and so little has happened that I'm not really sure what to write.  I will definitely try to summarize all that is going on...but we'll see how this goes.

This picture has no purpose.  I just saw it and thought it was hilarious.  God I love being right.

Currently, the pro bowl is on.  I don't much care about the pro bowl.  Also, I'm listening to Escape the Fate's album...Escape the Fate.  I hate it.  It's somewhat reminiscent of some older Linkin Park...mixed with...actually, I'm not sure.  But whatever it is, I hate it.  Just like I hate Kill Hannah's latest album...I can't think of the title right now.  When a band starts sucking, it makes me just wonder...have they been this bad all along and I just didn't know it?  Am I just being too judgmental?  I want it to just be me. ...I usually listen a few times, only to have my initial impressions confirmed.  They usually suck.  And I am upset.  I usually have to break up with the band, only to have a few more times of listening randomly while reminiscing of a time when they had my heart.  One thing I *do* know is that I am currently in love with Emarosa.  LOVE them.  ...in probably an unhealthy way.

I am currently thinking about getting another tattoo.  I want to do this soon...since I will soon be poor for the rest of my life...or so I feel anyway.  UUuuuuugh.  I feel incredibly stressed.  I might be calming down, but a giant amount of stress still exists.  The reason for this?  Well...all in due time.  I will first kind of update people on what is going on in my life...or what has happened since the last time I wrote a blog.

So, I have been sick for literally the entire year.  I have a cough still, and am still getting dizzy, though the amount of dizziness has definitely dwindled a bit.  Thank god for those Meclizine, or my life would suck way more.  I've been to Urgent Care, the emergency room, and the Dr's office this year already.  Everyone tells me I'm fine.  The doctors were just good at giving me some pills.  Super.  Duper.  I just want to be healthy.  Does anyone know a medicine man?  Maybe they can heal me.  ...or a shaman.  Maybe one of those.  I digress.

Joel had surgery on his tummy, so while he was gone (he was not at our apartment for about a week or so.  I got incredibly bored.).  I did what any good woman would do: I cleaned the apartment from top to bottom....or rather bottom to as far as I could reach.  The place not only looked *fabulous* but it smelled good.  I feel as though that was time spent wasting time.

I went shopping at a place called the "Florence Y'all" (actually the Florence Mall, but they had had it painted on a water tower, and had to change it, so now it says "Florence Y'all" instead.  weird, I know...I don't ask questions.  I simply accept it).  I bought a lot of new clothing, which I needed.  I've definitely lost weight here...about 25lbs.  ...so nothing fit.  I still have most of my clothing from before, just nothing fits.  fail.  It doesn't even matter.  I do have some new clothing.

I am currently saving as much money as I possibly can.  I plan on going to visit René in June and I am moving to California in March.  We'll see how all that goes.  This is why I  am stressed.  If anyone wants to donate to the "Meah Knight fund" you're more than welcome.  I'll even give you my address!  Just kidding.  I'll be fine.  I've been looking for jobs.   I really don't have much shit to pack, either.

I haven't really done anything else...I don't think.  I'm brushing up on my Spanish so that I can hopefully get a job being bi-lingual (hopefully I can trick them into thinking that I'm fluent) in Spanish/English.  I've been putting it on all of the résumés I've submitted, so...hopefully that won't make me a liar.  We DO have a place to live though...I am happy that this part is already done.  If anyone knows anyone who lives in the SF Bay area, please tell them I'm coming, and ask them to show me around...or just give their number to me, and I'll ask.

Well, I'm not really sure what else to put on here.  I'm too sick to be emo and I have too much on my mind to write about anything of value.  So...this is it.  Happy blog and whatnot.  Also, I hope that everyone has a happy Bearduary!