Hole. EE. Poo.
It has been a good amount of time since I tampered with this thing. Wow, the last thing I blogged about was MetroCon? Its been months, and yet I still haven't figured out how to work this thing. I want a spiffy layout. Since I have no intentions of sleeping, I will probably take the next few hours before sunrise to figure this thing out. ...Oh! And find other people I know on here.
I figured... Right now, I'm going through an interestingly difficult and adventurous time in my life, and I figured that I should use a blog as my pillow to scream into, even if most of the time it won't be what's actually going on. I'm totally okay with that, and I hope you are too. And if not... well... then... that sucks for you.
Fun Fact: My grandma just scared the Hell out of me. In fact, there may be a puddle of Hell on the floor. Now, keep this in mind: All the lights are off in my house except for the light to the room I'm in now, and the only sounds are of me typing and of my dog wandering around in the darkness. Then, all of a sudden while I was in the middle of typing, I heard," Oh! You are home." Thanks grandma for making me pee myself a little.
Instead of taking the time and text space to give small snippets of what has been going on in my snow globe of a life, I'm going to happily rant about how much tonight sort of sucked.
A feeling I have been feeling lately is lonely, and tonight I feel especially that for reasons I am far too lazy to actually type out today. My initial plans of the night were to either (a) go out with Amanda, Michelle, Jason, Kailey, and Amanda to a party with my friend Moe, where there would be a bunch of fun people or (b) go to some birthday party at a hotel with Chet that was for his friend's cute sister. Guess what? Plans for both fell through. Instead, I got all dolled up for no good reason, watched The Nanny, had coffee at The Globe (which was probably one of my highlights of my night. I saw a hobo take off his fake leg!), picked up a very drunk Chet, then came home and now I'm here typing nonsense.
...Which, by the way, I did not mind doing at all. I'm totally down for picking up a drunk friend in need. I just get annoyed when said-friend repeatingly fails to give me directions to where I need to go. I may be a little smart and know how to get around where I live, but I can't just wing it where people are or guess so well I actually get it right. Picking him up was interesting because when I got there, I expected to be sort of awkwardly stared at and a little ignored, only wanting me to leave as soon as possible. However, instead, about 4 or so people who knew me there saw me standing in the hall on my phone and greeted me with drunken," Nina!"s. I even got a few hugs and a handshake out of it. Oh, and for the record, Chet's friend Ryan is hot. I don't care if Chet's my ex and if may have hurt his feelings when I told him that. I was just stating a very true and lovely fact. Its not like anything is going to happen from a compliment.
But anyways, now I'm here, praying to God that somehow something delicious just appears in my refrigerator.
With that though, I think I'm going to try to figure this out a little, get some food, then sleep.
Latez. Expect more my darlings.
<3ninab
PS: Wow, I just found an adorable pic! Click the link and let an "Awww! How cute" at your computer screen. http://xad.xanga.com/52ce0066d2032259787026/z202202649.jpg
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