There Should be Some Fancy Title Here, but that Sound too Hard.

So last night I started writing a blogpost. It was really deep and metaphorical and crap. I guess that's just what I get for listening to punk rock for too long. Some music genres just have weird affects on my behavior. It's kind of weird really. But anyway, now I'm gonna try to write a blog post. This should be interesting.

So here's the thing. I don't really know what my life is right now. Lately I haven't been sure what to do. EVER! So I think I'n gonna start this post by writing as many things that I DO know as fast as I can.

1. School's almost over (thank goodness)
2. I have somewhat of a social life
3. I've totally lost track of "what means what"
4. I don't know how to explain that last one.
5. I have friends (unless I'm living in a real life Truman Show and everyone's actors.)
6. I'm still a band geek (yay..)
7. My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die.
8. Sway is probably the sexiest song in the world. Get over it.
9. I really don't know a lot.

Well that was actually kind of depressing... And I guess #7 might not be entirely true. But it's close.

So here's the thing. I've lost track of what's reality. Basically, take the first line of Bohemian Rhapsody and that's what my life's been like. In fact, once I actually dreamt that something happened and was disappointed halfway through the next day that it didn't actually happen. I kid you not. And now I don't see how I went for even a minute without realizing it was a dream. I think it was more of a not thinking about it problem. I probably remembered it halfway through the day, then instantly figured out it was a dream. Sooooo yeah. That's my weird extremely unspecific story of the day.

THE END

ps. I had a lot of trouble finding a picture for this post. So here's an orca whale being fabulous.

Picture from here