Everything Important

I hate blogging. Kinda.

I have so many important things I want to talk about, yet:

• I am tired. Me no want writie.
• It takes so long to explain everything in my head. A two second thought consists of too many words to type.
  
• Real life is not really that entertaining. I am not a fan of reality T.V. I love movies. Movies=mostly fantastical/exaggerated depictions of real life to entertain/make a point/whatever. Blogging about real life is like the reality t.v. of words.
• Who cares, really? I mean, who will read this regularly except me, Brandon, and maybe Wren? Really.
• I have good movies to watch, good books to read. "3:10 to Yuma" arrived from Netflix today. It already rocks and I'm not even done with it. Hurrah for great flicks! Finished re-reading Dune and am on to Dune Messiah. Hurrah for good books!
• It's easier to talk about meaningless nothings than the meat of my day that matters to me.
  
• Bowen wears me out. And today was a GOOD day!

"When religion and politics travel in the same cart, the riders believe nothing can stand in their way. Their movement becomes headlong-faster and faster and faster. They put aside all thought of obstacles and forget that a precipice does not show itself to the man in a bland rush until it's too late."

Dune

Naughty, Naughty

I should have gone to bed much much earlier. I always tell myself that I will and it never happens. I'm a night owl. I can't remember a time when I wasn't. I used to stay up really late reading in my closet. lol. I would turn the light on in the closet, set up a nice comfy pallet of blankets, and shove a shirt under the door so my mom couldn't see the crack of light. I would stay up all hours of the night finishing a good book. And that about sums up the naughtiness of my youth. I was a good kid. Maybe I should have acted up more. Ha.

Reading is still a thrill.