What is the definition of stalking? Can anyone make me aware of this?

I've been neglecting you, Blog. More then likely because no one reads you except for me.
I've been thinking about alot of things lately. Been thinking about this job I just got, and I realize that I am a complete poser.
I got a job. And now All i can think about is clothes. And dying my hair again. And all the things I want to have. And it makes me feel like shit. I mean come on. Material items shouldn't really be this high up on priorities. But somehow, They are.

For you, Random Reader, I will share my new favorite song. It's by Tiesto ft. Tegan and Sara. It's called Feel it in My Bones.
I think I'm addicted to music. Honestly, I don't think I could live without it. If I had to choose a sense to lose, I would choose my eyes before my hearing.

I've been writing on HP more. And I've been writing on a short story of mine. Not sure how good it is, But oh well.

Part of me doesn't know what to write about on here. I always have this fear that someone will read this, and I will have said something wrong. And then it causing problems.
But really, Why have a blog if I can't ramble about whatever I want?