Not Gonna Lie

      Well, I had a fine night. My brother made corn dogs; and with that I enjoyed chips and pop. All in all, not bad for people who normally make do with crackers and ketchup. But even a delicious dinner pales in comparison when you find out some @$$hol3 from your past died of a horrible disease. Yes, folks, one of my greatest burdens has been lifted and finally, he got what he deserved.
      I don't mean to sound so voracious. But, this was a man who, according to my family, had intentions of raping me. After all, he raped other children! So, he's dead. So I guess today was d@mn good. It's just one less person to think about. Until three more inevitably take his place. The statistics will always weigh against the good people, won't they? For each person with a clear mind, it's just the whole world against you. Thankfully nothing and no one lasts forever.
      I mean, it'd be great if my family could live a full and happy life. They'd get what they deserve. And if they could live forever, at least I wouldn't be constantly worrying about the inevitable.
      Hm. As usual, I'm spreading the cheer and sunshine that is once again oozing out of the very core of my being. I'm shinin' so bright, I'll burn you, baby; h3ll yeah. Nope. Not even close. I'm just...me. Whoever that is.
      Godd@mn. I have only a few days now to decide if I want to change my life forever or if, once again, I want to chicken out and sit on my @$$. It's so easy to chicken out and keep going down the only path you know. But, I suppose it's not the only designated road, is it? Too bad there's no friggin GPS. As usual, on each walk of life I'm going to stumble until I trip. Might as well grab some popcorn and go down a'smilin'. The real question is; what to do, with what remains of this night? May as well spend the last few hours of this month the way I've spent every other month - which is when the most important things I do are my obligations. Whoo.
      And now, I'm off to...do...something so unimportant, I don't know why I'm going to do it. But, maybe in eight thousand years, or maybe tomorrow - in some uncertain point in time - it will mean something. Just not now. Stranger things have happened.
      Like this sunshine I'm givin' off. Wowie.

Some Thought

      Well, today I went through seven dizzy spells - before nine AM. Who knows how many more I'll have to add to the list? During one of them, I was in the same chair I'm on now; a chair on wheels. I found out that while it is impossible to walk, it's quite easy to roll. I'm wondering if, despite having unbroken legs that work well, I would benefit by being in a wheelchair. Frankly, I'm tired of staggering sideways and falling into thorn bushes. Of course, being in a wheelchair without broken legs is extremely embarrassing when people look at you and wonder why you need it...But if I could be mobile, whether I'm dizzy or not, wouldn't it be worth the staring? They look at me oddly anyway.
      I guess I'll have to research it and make sure it's not illegal or whatever to own a wheelchair for home use. I know other people do, but they're actually disabled, slash injured. I'm just...whatever I am. I'm not injured until I go down. If being in a wheelchair can prevent that, would it not be a good day?

Misshapen Media

      The less I look, the more problems I find. I finished The Walking Dead marathon recently and in one episode, Aundrea is gagged at the very end. At the beginning of the next episode, she's unfortunately able to flap her jaws. Not to mention the fact that one minute she's with Michonne, and then she's back with the governor. Michonne left the prison and Aundrea stayed. Why would the pair camp together, vulnerable to the zombies, when Aundrea is still with Philip? And let's not forget that Carl goes off blaming some guy named Andrew for killing his mother; when she died giving birth to Judith.
      I mean, wow. I'm just an amateur author, and I see the mistakes. What did these guys think, "Oh, no one will notice." Or maybe, "No, no, no, it's too late, just keep that and keep going!" It's a script, not a fire; you can always go back. Earlier on, Aundrea is sitting on the back of the truck the night after the fish fry, and she's holding onto an arm. Remember that? Then it's just T-Dog and Daryl (I believe), and Aundrea is gone. Not that I'm complaining; I just think they should stick with the program. I mean, if I can do it, anyone can. And FYI, where the hell is T-Dog's zombie? He could have committed suicide, but you don't even see his corpse in the catacombs when Rick clears them out.
      I used to love Under The Dome; it used to be good. Now it's gone for a shit. It all stopped being good about the time they brought Melanie in. And from there it just fell dead at the scriptwriter's hand. I won't watch it next week and I'm taking it off my Favorites. I'm just glad I never put money into it. I think Stephen King had a good idea, but he never should have let these knobs take over his work. He should have made a movie by himself.

IT'S RAINING!

      I woke up today, positive I was sick. I feel better now, excluding this damn headache. And all I did was play some Sims, play the piano and check my mail...and make a whole bunch of noise in the kitchen. Thankfully I no longer need to wash each dish by hand after each meal! Each day!
      Oh well. I came on here with something to talk about; but now I don't know what. The rain distracted me...I'm going outside now. Been waiting for rain for FOREVER!

August 28th, 2014, Thursday

      Ow. Ow. So sore. Everything's hurting. Feels like I bruised every damn bone in my body. My heart hurts when I laugh; I can barely walk. Even my butt hurts. My hair's falling out; I pull out at least a handful a day. I should be bald by now...I probably will be soon. I need sleep...It's not even six yet. But boy, am I ready to go down.
      I think I'll go now. Play some Checkers, maybe read for awhile. Maybe I'll even just start that movie marathon. I watched the series earlier this week or last week - whatever, all the days run into one another and I don't care anymore. But I want to see them again. This one time, a long time ago, I watched the first and then I was going to watch the others, but never did. So now, I wonder - do I ignore it and watch them all, or do I just watch the series from the second to the fourth? Because that marathon is unfinished and it's kind of bugging me; even though I finished the series between then and now.
      I don't know anymore. It's getting mighty strange inside my head. I correct everyone's grammar, I straighten what's lopsided, pens must be capped, drawers must be closed...I think it's getting worse. Like my memory. I keep forgetting the names of my aunts and uncles and cousins.
      Speaking of my cousins, I am so glad I don't know them in person. They are being very indecent lately. Posting pictures of themselves wearing just their skin and makeup. Getting secret tattoos! I'm just glad I'm not a part of their immaturity. I mean, I have my own style of immaturity, but at least I respect myself.

Peer Pressure (From NOT A Peer)

      Apparently having the mildest case of epilepsy cannot go unjustified. Today my mother wanted me to keep an open mind about taking medicinal marijuana. Okay, I don't like getting dizzy; but I am not taking drugs. Ever. I tried telling her that, over and over; but she wouldn't accept it as my answer. She gave me a month to "stop being so close-minded", but I'll just say no when she asks me again and I can stop pretending to forget.

Pet Peeves

      I saw a commercial earlier of a woman pushing her baby buggy while jogging. That really gets on my nerves. If you can't trust your kid home alone with your husband, divorce him and call a babysitter. If you don't have a husband or a phone, get one or both, or maybe do some sit-ups, jumping jacks, you know, home exercises. Babies probably don't enjoy eating the bugs flying into their faces; if you want to increase the difficulty in your exercise, lift some dumbbells. Dumbbell.

      And what's the deal with doggy sweaters? Don't you realize they've already got coats?
      I had more to post, but trying to be funny has taken all my concentration. What I'm left with now is that never-ending fatigue and hunger, boredom, mild annoyance at my Goddess-be-damned awful luck, and...I swear there was something else too. Probably the hours in the day feeling dreadfully long when I'm tired and horrifically short when I'm busy. I know people hate me, but why must time itself play pranks?