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The hilarity of Teenage relations... Monday, November 29, 2004 |

... Or maybe in a few days.

Yknow, right now I don't really feel like blogging anything, but I still have an urge to post something, so here it is, http://silent--dreamer.deviantart.com address for my DA site. Where I do my public blogging, and where I post the occasional piece of art. One request, if you visit, please don't post a link to this blog, or even specifically mention it. I don't want to have questions about why I keep a secret blog.

(edited)

I decided that I did have something to write about. The British. Why so you seem to be so damn charming? Huh?

Funny, isn't it? Saturday, November 27, 2004 |

How even though I have been too busy to post anything, nothing has really happened that is worth posting... Hm.

Anyway, thanksgiving was okay, my Aunt had a new obnoxious Boyfreind, and they laughed and giggled at each other all day like schoolchildren, ugh. My cousin had Halo 2, which was pretty, cool, but in itself not really that exciting. Oh, and half of the family didn't show up...

losers...

More on the Hilarity of Teenage relationships to come later today...

Black Cherry-Coke Floats Suck... Tuesday, November 23, 2004 |

Average Teen.
Average Rant.

News, a girl likes me. Go Figure. Tune in this week as hilarity undoubtedly ensues.

People tell me things, I listen. Over the years, I have come to be the closest friend and confidant of many people. I am the listener, the person that people go to when they need something to stay a secret, but still have the need to shout it out for somebody to hear. This doesn't really bother me, and in fact, it is rather fun to be more on the inside of things than most people think. However, recently, the questions have begun again. Being a listener is all well and good, and I do not object to giving advice, but at times, people seem to turn to me to help them decide where to go next in life. This is unbearable to me: I hardly know where I am going in life, barely able to make decisions based on my own hopes, dreams, and fears. Therefore, I have started this blog, away from the public ones that my friends read.

Because.

I need a Listener.

Will you Listen to me?

A more quiet insanity... |

Ever wonder what the wheather is like on Europa today?