My first entry. Oh, how exciting!

I've come to realize I'm far too awake, seeing that is is 20 minutes past midnight. Oh well, here we go.
I decided to get a blog. Not because anyone would find anything at all interesting with my life, but because I love to write. Especially writing about my quirks and....(Yes, I know I can't spell, and NO, I'm not going to use spell check. And yes, my grammer is probably messed up, but this is my blog. Deal.)
Okay, I've decided I'm tired. There are too many thoughts fighting eachother in my mind right now. It's been a very emotionally draining day and it's finally hitting me.

And now you see why I'm so random.
haha.

So, Love. I fall too hard and too fast. What are you to do when something comes in your life, in between you and another person, we'll just say it's work. And that other person loves to work, it's their passion, it's what makes them happy, but their work might possibly move them 5 hours away from you. What do you do? I just want that person to be happy, because that's what matters in then end: their happiness. And if it's meant to be, it will all work out.
I suppose I'm blowing this out of proporion, but that's what I do.

I wonder if this recession will fix America's overweight/obese problem. Then again, if you're fat and happy, why the heck would you want to change that? haha.

Went out to dinner with my family. The waiter thought I was 15 and told me when I start dating that my two younger brothers will be a pain about it. I will be 19 in three months. He was shocked when I told him that. At least I know I'll still look young when I'm 30, while every other woman in America will look like they're in their 50's because they tanned excessively when they were younger, or they have platinum blonde hair which just ages a person, or they had plastic surgery done that screwed up their face. Go me. haha

Till we meet again blog... here's some wisdom:

Whan that April whith his shoures soote
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour
Of which vertu engendered is the flour;
When Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth
Inspired hat in every holt and heeth
The tenfre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his half cours yronne,
And smale foweles maken melodye,
That slepen al the nyght with open eye
(So priketh hem nature in hir corages);
Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
And palmeres for to seeken straunge strondes,
To fern halwes, kowthe on sondry londes;
And specially from every shores ende
Of Engelond to Caunterbury they wende,
The holy blisful martir for to seke,
That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke.
-Geoffrey Chaucer