what i thought of first

FACT: I am human.

FACT: I'm not very good at it.

FACT: Every so often I feel like posting a blog.

FALSE: I have found this blog to be a place that I will write in consistently, and for a very, very long time.

FACT: I have coffee breath.

FACT: Unlike a lot of people, I don't wear pants.

FACT: That was actually a false statement.

FALSE: No, it wasn't.

QUESTION: Are you getting tired of this?

FACT: Because I know I am.


Okay, enough.

You think you know yourself sometimes. You say to yourself, "I know how I will react in this situation". FALSE. You don't always know, take it from me. True, it could be because a lot of my decisions I make while suffering through the emotional rollarcoaster that is "that time of the month", but it's easy to find yourself in situations where your thoughts and your feelings get the best of you.

A quick note: this may be more easily applied to women, rather than men. I can't say for certain, I am not a man, but this is just how I function at times....and I'm a girl.

I don't have much of a temper. I don't get angered easily. And then I find myself, at random moments, to just get upset. QUESTION: Can I explain this? FACT: No...not really. Well, maybe a little bit. Because otherwise, what would be the point of this blog? Ha.

A quick note: often times, there will be no point to a blog I post. None whatsoever.

For me, a lot of it has to do with the same old thing happening over and over. I may be in a constant circumstance where I feel picked on. On a regular basis this doesn't bother me. Not at all! Most of my life I've been the younger one of the bunch. And, (once again) being a girl, it's easy for people to think of me as their little sister they can pick on. Personally, I don't think there's an excuse for explosion. If I were to ever "explode", it would be my fault anyway, and I shouldn't make the people surrounding me suffer through my issues with me. Ahem. Not that I have any. Because I don't.

Moving on.....

But you can't ignore the fact that sometimes we just do! Blow up, I mean. Explode. Maybe it's part of our condition, or whatever. I can say with ease that I have exploded before - sometimes discreetly, sometimes not discreetly. Maybe sometimes we just get sick of the same old thing.

Sorry if this makes a horrible first impression...but between an empty house and 8 Simple Rules this is the best I've got...especially since this is all on a whim, anyway.

Welp, off to homework.

Man I hate physics.