so life hasnt been extremely interesting although i did just type this giant thing on kristens comp so ill post it just because i dont have anything interesting to say although it is quite fun to type again! i miss it much!~

I wanted to write you a story. I thought of what I could write about, and my empty head was soon being drilled by the pulsating ringing that is made by the computer beside my head. It’s difficult to pick a topic that isn’t cliché, mostly because cliché is what has been written about before again and again. That’s what life is though; what people know.
So, in my quest for a great idea, I thought about my life. How interesting is my life, though? It’s a mess of memories that have been heard. An alcoholic mother, a dad who’s been away more than around, a brother who would beat up on me and now we get along. Yet another soap opera. Soap operas, of course, are the essence of life. Junior high, high school, home life, college days, days at the office, your pathetic minimum wage job. If it isn’t a soap opera, it’s an eternal comedy sketch, depending on your perspective of life’s ridiculous quarrels.
Let’s explore the not so common experiences. Say your life is like a horror flick. All lack of probability excluded, you’re out with your friends and oh, my! The news report on the radio station that you never listen to but happen to stop on while flipping through the channels informs you of a serial killer on the loose, which, by the way, would never happen, considering teenagers have every station they’d ever care to listen to memorized by heart, unless, on the rare occasion, they’re on a road trip, in which case, they would have a tape or CD. Johnny says he has to pee and the pathetically paranoid girl decides that everyone must fret about the escapist. “Oh, dear,” says Johnny, “I’ll hold my pee for three more hours while we run around town from this stupid man with a knife, who in all likelihood, would probably trip on his dumb ass and kill himself before he would actually catch you. Besides, why in God’s name would this man you’ve never met decide on you as his prey. Honestly, killers usually have an idea of who they’re going after as a form of revenge, not hostile ideas like those exemplified in Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. Even he has a motive, which is the wall that needs blood to keep it thick. Of course, his hatred of humanity allows him to continue rather than just to move from the house. Regardless of motives and ideas, have you ever noticed how the highest rating movies are those of such impossibility?
People are bored with their soap opera lives, so much that they will watch others pretend ones for hours on end. Obviously, they are pretend and a half ass actress with a name for her character from an ancient tribe in Peru could have all the family problems of you and your seven friends on her own because her mother married Todd’s brother and she happens to be going out with Todd but then his kid is Jessica’s but she was a whore at that time but it’s all in the past but it’s not because then Jimmy comes back from the dead. How realistic.
Every so often though, you’ll run across a good book that doesn’t only play on human stupidities but goes in depth to the human psyche, which is a difficult topic for anyone to understand. However, you are still only reading into one persons opinion and a good majority of people will buy into that authors ideas as well and two others and therefore focuses in on a very close minded opinion of whatever it is. Rarely, you’ll find a person who can read the underlying meaning of those books and piece together their own opinion, both absorbing and disposing of the ideas that have been written down. These are intelligent people. I am not one of them.
That’s my spiel. It’s really not that great but it’ll entertain you about as much as a five hundred page romance novel. Good day!

any ideas?