Mind games.

I am tired of being pasty white.

I am tired of my skin being icky dry.

I am tired of my hair feeling so dull.

I am tired of not seeing my good friend the sun.

He goes to bed too early in the evening and wakes up too late in the morning.

Too much darkness plays tricks on my mind. It makes me sleepy.

A lot of things make me sleepy.

I don't know if it's a teenager thing, or if it's a lingering concussion symptoms thing, but my sleeping patterns are so weird now. I don't like that.

I don't like whining and I don't like things that make me want to whine.

Fuck.

I'm not afraid.

I have this thing stuck in my head. It's only been there a short while because I only just read a certain blog quite recently, but it's the type of thing that I can already tell is going to be there for a good long while.

If collectively, my social circle was to be considered pangaea, and we broke apart into all our separate bits, which bit would I be? And more importantly (maybe), which bit would I want to be?

Also, could any bizarre, warp-speed shifting of the tectonic plates have caused the separation of pangaea (yep I did it twice so now you know that extra "a" isn't a typo) to happen in say, 18 months, rather than over 75 million years?

That's what this feels like. It feels like someone slipped a catalyst into pangaea's breakfast orange juice and suddenly the plates are shifting faster than one would think was scientifically possible and in no time at all we are going to be our own little Fijis and Africas and Floridian peninsulas and someone will also have to be the North Atlantic, because said ocean was newly formed when pangaea was torn apart.

Those are my thoughts on our most recent supercontinent, and its spliting, and how it relates to the current situation, and I thank you, Rachel, for bringing it up, and for reading my blurb like I know you will, even though you never asked what I thought.

I like knowing the difference between its and it's and i like knowing which one is appropriate in which context.

I worry that my head is stronger than my heart.

I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

This year I resolve to take better care of the people that I love (and to eat more leafy greens).

I want to write a long and pensive blog looking back on 2010. But I don't have any words in my head. That has seemed to be the case A LOT as of late. I just have no words. I have nothing to say. I don't like that. I like being the kind of person that has things to say. You know? I bet you bloggy bloggers do know, or even if you don't quite know, you will sympathize anyways. Just so the four of you that actually have a shot at reading this know, you are all gems. And I mean that. I love that there are people that read this but not the kind of people that I have to worry about what I say cause it might be embarrassing or you might make fun of me, you know? We have already established that you do (more or less) know, so I wont go on about that anymore.