Twenty Four

so there are finally a cluster of things I would like to talk about; and no, it's not just a boring recap on my "oh so eventful" days/nights. First off, I've realized how incredibly boring my blogs have become. I'm sorry. They're either about how I was belligerent the previous night, or some sort of serious, overly worded entry about something I end up getting over after a goodnight's sleep. After reading Tyler Hilton's blogs with Meg last night (yes, we do 12 year old girl things) I realized mine need to be spiced up, less serious, just about random thoughts that are literally in my head for 2 seconds. Like this columbia house bit Ii just joined. Three quarters of the world can probably complain that they got suckered into the 5 dvds for .49 cents bit and then later billed for amounts they can't even explain. But, the colorful adds and catalogue of endless "hot titles" was just screaming "BUY ME!" so, none the less, I ran upstairs and ordered V for Vendetta, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, Brick, Amelie, and James Dean. All for 7.40$. Do you think all the employees are sitting with their feet on their desks going "we got another one, now BILL HER!" in some sort of evil echoed voice? Wait a minute, what do you think the chances are of Tyler Hilton coming across this blog? I mean, the boy blogs, who's to say he doesn't google himself in blogs and reads what strangers write about him. Clearly the chances are slim to none, but so are the chances of winning the lottery and it comes just as a surprise to everyone. If my chances are between slim to none, Tyler Hilton, I love you. You look good as Elvis and I think we should bang and write music right after instead of spooning. (Do you think Tyler Hilton is a spooner? He's probably the type to make you drape yourself over him with your head on his shoulder and your leg over his stomach, while all you get is his arm suffocating you as you're trying to NOT solely breathe in his arm pit sweat.)

Anyways, now that I've completely lost my train of though, I'm going to do yoga, and by that, I mean lay on the floor performing the exercises half assed and hope by chance to get into shape. Monday, Tuesday and Thursday have been dubbed my nights off, and therefore are perfect for quality Aleasha time.

Last fireworks on Saturday. (and no, it does not mark the end of something. although you are right about the chapter, which I think was pretty much written into a corner, there are still many more to come, and perhaps a short stories series in the future?)