This is a semi-random post. It’s not as much information as your usual random post but it’s random enough for me.

I heard a couple days ago that a girl who is the same age as me and hung out with in elementary school was pregnant and now has a little kid. I couldn’t imagine that happening to me anytime soon. Me having a kid then it’s like saying “I want to stop having fun”
Emphasis on I because I know there are a lot of young mothers out there and I’m sure that you do a great job. But we’re two different species. Even though I believe I’m more mature than most my age I don’t think I have the mentality to take care of another human being for the rest of my life. I don’t think I would make a good mother now. When I’m in my 20s I plan to move around a lot, the whole “trying to find myself” thing and I think kids need stability.

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Speaking of moving around a lot on of the places I want to visit is Salar de Uyuni in Bolivia. It’s the world’s largest slat flat. It looks like your walking on the sky when the ground is wet. I want blindfold somebody on the way there so they could be surprised.

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My brother really misses his ex-girlfriend. Sometimes he’s in denial and says he doesn’t need her but I know he misses her. He’s been calling me her name more often. Your brother calling you by his ex-girlfriends name is really creepy.

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I sure hope there isn’t going to be a draft like the one during Vietnam war. I’m already two steps away from becoming crazy. Well if I get PTSD I can use it as my excuse for when I go on my murderous rampage and hopefully I’ll get not guilty for reason of insanity.

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This isn’t everybody, this isn’t even a majority of my blog friends. But some people/person get pissed because I don’t bother to comment on their blog. I’m sorry that your nap and the number of hours that you sit counting your toes doesn’t interest me. As a blogger you have to think like a visitor
and what would they think of your post.

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Has someone ever really liked you and you wish they don’t. Like they think your so great just because they see you so high and mighty and your really not that special. Then you realized how annoying you must’ve been to your past crushes. Gosh.