So thinking, what obviously I do , in my spare time only. That there is so much I have yet to do, such as travel the world again, learn a different language, achieve my dreams, run through sprinklers and feed my dogs. Of course there is so much more that I want to do , but my life is just starting, and to me... to me that's crazy. I mean I have been living for 19 years and my life is just now starting. There is so much I want to accomplish! I have fears on top of fears that my fears will hold me back from getting where I want to be. I have a way of setting fear in my brain, and on those occasional time where I am thinking, I think fear of what is yet to come. Isn't there like some kind of disease for that? I already think I have a mini disease of Hypochondria... please don't come near me if you are sick, or tell me about some kind of disease , because I guarantee you, I will get it. well my doctors say I wont.
get what I did there? I made a joke. if not. well. whatever.
Today I cleaned my room, big deal! like big deal, for me anyways. Its like my room suddenly got way bigger and way more cool! I have a carpet finally, my boxes are gone..(shoved in my closet) I can see my desk is made of wood, and I found my shoes I had been looking for.... Score!
I think everyone should clean their rooms every once in a while, its nice because you find things you forget you had, like I found my book light whom I call Oscar. I missed my baby blue light helper. Sadly I found that I had killed Oscar by leaving his light switch on. Oscar will be missed greatly, but now I have Tank, my charcoal black sturdy light helper.... he however is no Oscar. Isn't it funny how people, or maybe just me , become attached to inanimate objects. I have my book light, and a pencil that I never let anyone borrow, some have chairs at dinner time where they won't let anyone else sit (sammie), or that specific spot on the couch where you rush to get to so nobody else can sit there , otherwise your watching of television is severely ruined? What objects do you become attached to?
Blogging to music, fuels the thought processing going on in my gears, also just the random things that happen to me fuel that process. Last night , I thought my room was being attacked by pigeons, since my sister had mentioned hearing them on the roof before, I thought last night when I heard scratching noises against my wall, that I was under attack. Turns out it was just Ginger, my loyal older dog, stretching her paws against the wall every five minutes, each time I would turn over to see what the noise was, and there she was just laying against the wall starring at me. okay so it was a little creepy but I think she had to go outside and was trying to wake me up. successful, I let her outside and then back inside... in case you were wondering, and then went back to sleep.... I didn't hear anymore noise until the morning when she was what I like to call " chasing rabbits". You know if you have a dog, sometimes dogs dream at night, I don't know of what... it could actually be something really scary and mean that is making dogs act like they are running and whimpering in their sleep. that sentence made me sad. I don't like that sentence. I'd like to delete you sentence, but I wont. I like to think that they make those running moves and noises because they are having a grand old time chasing rabbits, or squirrels or maybe even trying to do the running man. who knows? I certainly don't, but I hope it's not the latter of the two.
So my bloggy blog blog. is a bloggy blog blog with a blogger who blogggy blogs when she has the chance. she being me. me being simply amanda. Good. now that we have that settled... I have no idea why I wrote that , but I wanted to tie the Title to something so.... here we are. Title tied.
I am so random sometimes. its crazy! I swear it's the music I listen to, it's all over the place. Well I finished my first week of school. Wasn't that bad! well the thursday are since I go from 8 am till 4:45, getting up at 5:30 am. It basically sucks but it's only one semester. Okay so my sociology teacher, is pretty darn awesome. I say that now right...but I'm just waiting for the rest of the semester to play out. He is all over the place, literally , he doesn't sit still the entire class time. He looks you in the eye longer than necessary , he sits in the desk in front of you and turns it around while you talk, and he is British. It must be the British thing, but he is pretty darn cool. I have to admit , I chose him as a teacher because people said on ratemyprofessor.com that his accent was pretty darn cool. And i'll admit.... It's pretty darn cool! It is kinda like I am studying abroad but not , two days out of the week I have an hour in London. basically. So far one of my favorite classes. I found out in Bio lab that my teacher is actually hilarious, and thats a good thing, however one of my lab partners is more interested in how her hair looks then how to convert from ml to L. My Technical theatre class is pretty darn awesome too, i'm on the stage every single class, I couldn't ask for anything better. Which reminds me...I need to buy that book and cancel my subscription to the LA times. blah. oo..... Ginger just made that pigeon noise again.... well anyways my classes are okay so far , we shall see later on.
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Simply Amanda
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Oh my gosh. You are hilarious. You make the most simple, everyday events, hilarious.
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