The Next Day..

Well... I didn't forget about you blog. I know you're still here, and waiting for wisdom and stuff.

Still got nothin'.

I just got home from frisbee golf. And I am regretting letting my hair grow out. It's like... 70 degrees outside, and I feel like dying. I had fun though. I went with my boyfriend, and some friends.

Speaking of boyfriend, What shall we call him on this blog? Since you know me only as blatva, I figure I have to make a cool name for everyone else as well. Let's say my boyfriend's name is.... Henry Tilney. (Get it? I know, Lame.)

So, Mr. Tilney and I had a pretty good day :) And we plan on having a fun night as well. Full of board games, and good company.

I shall write more later.

There is much to do.

Once Upon A Time...

A blog, Huh? Why not. Blogs are hip. Everyone has one. But what I never really understood is... What are they for? Are they simply online diaries? If so, Then... Why are they so public?
Is this a memoir? Do people read through these looking for comfort, and wisdom?

If so, I think "they" should kindly leave this blog. Like, Immediately.

It's 4AM, and I have Caramelldansen on repeat. I am also listening to my boyfriend snore from the couch. The warm, comfortable, little bed we made to spend a romantic evening. And where am I?

I'm sitting at the table wishing I could do the Caramelldansen dance.

This speaks leagues of my wisdom. Feeling comfortable yet?

Well, Random Reader (who ever the fuck you are (and I mean that in the nicest, 4AM state of mind concievable)), I don't know what exactly this blog will.. do. Or prove. I'm not even sure why I'm writing right now. All I know is there's a comfy couch waiting for me, and I will figure out all of this deep shit tomorrow.

Or at least I hope to figure it out.

Time to smoke, and then cuddle.


-B