It occcured to me that I should write more. I was reading my past journal entry and I am truly spazzy and need to fill the world with something that it lacks. Spazzyness. I started writing poetry again and I wrote something heart wrenching and depressing. Which is why I won't post it here because 1. This is my happy place of happy-places-ness and 2. its too depressing to type/copy&aste again. Plus if I put it here my OC self would say, " put it in your other journals fool! your messing up the system." Though really what is my system? I have no clue? Which is a good thing because if I did have a clue then I'd have to learn to mess with the system. You know, spice it up. Life is boring enough without following a routine. Yet I say this as I am on the never ending job search. Irony. I speak of going against the everyday and here I sit self conciously saying" look for a job". Which in of itself becomes routine. I mean if you think about it, its kind of nice to have that security and comfort of knowing what your going to do tomorrow and the day after. But there is also something enticing about not knowing. About bein on the fly. Vwoom! Wherever the wind blows you! Whatever calls your name! Zoom! Ambitious and Unpredictable events and feelings! Can you tell I like Adventure? lol. Yes. Even that word deserves a capital letter as it describes my wants and dreams. But until I can become the next Laura Croft I'll have to seek my own excitement a bit more closer to home. *buzz* oops! That's the dryer. *stands up like a super hero* TO the clean and toasty laundry!!AWAY!!!!*flys off with hands infront of self*