What I Google

Sometimes, when your twitter feed is updating too slowly and no one feels like texting you but you still need something to do while procrastinating homework there's only one thing to do. Google random things. Hands up if you do this so that I know I'm not the only one. Like please tell me because my friends aren't backing me up that it's a Normal Thing People Do.

These are my go-tos on Google Images:

Baby Animals. Who can resist the dewy eyed looks of baby hippos and sloths and tigers and...

Albino Animals. They're just beautiful and strange all in one.

Baby Albino Animals. If you can handle the overload of cute, that is.

Nebulas. Space is awesome not even a question.

Exploding Objects. Pretty nifty to look at.

With that lineup, you can guarantee that your homework will stay undone!

Say NO to Mind Reading

If you are randomly asked which super power you'd want if you could have any one, chances are that mind reading comes to mind. And who wouldn't love to know exactly what your friends thought or all the deepest darkest secrets of your coworkers. In theory, it's pretty sweet.

Now, think about what this actually means. You will be able to hear in your own head whatever is running through the minds of however many people who are within a certain radius of you. All those thoughts will be piled up on top of each other as each person's separate inner monologue takes place within your brain. And they never go quiet, do they?

Here's an example of what is literally running through my brain while I'm in the middle of typing this:

what if I have don't have anything interesting to say I mean think obviously cause it's in my brain but anyway oh snap I need to study for my math test it's in let's see today is friday because I have youth group tonight and we're doing something with toilet paper kinda interesting sounding I hope Jason is there but then the next day is saturday then sunday then monday so technically three more days and I totally forgot what happened before christmas break was that trig functions or maybe rates but we did rates with every type of function but we had to learn it at some point wait wasn't there that thing with an h that equaled zero what if it's on the exam and I can't remember how to use it

This has probably gone on long enough for you to get a glimpse of how you just literally think things non stop and they run into each and overlap and jump all over the place. And that's just the main part, there's other things like the song you have stuck in your head plus maybe a part of you that's processing what's going on around you.

I really don't think a person could stay sane with all these intimate thoughts from so many people they might not even know happening inside their head. Would you even be able to distinguish your own thoughts amidst the foreign ones?

ALL the words

Not to be the party pooper, I was just thinking of how seriously unfun that super power would be when it comes down to the finite details that no one actually thinks to think about.

Memory Jar

Perhaps you've seen this while scrolling through Tumblr. Or perhaps your not hipster enough for Tumblr since that is where most of them reside. Either way, that's where I saw it first and I COMPLETELY fell in love with the idea.

The premise is that you get a jar/box/holding receptacle (it really doesn't matter, mine's a Kleenex box so you really can't get any lower than that.) and put little pieces of paper with all the things you want to remember. Any little moments that made you smile, giggle or cry in a good way. Any conversations you don't want to be forgetting any time soon. Any events that really made your day.

I like putting funny quotes I heard during the day, any achievements I've managed to complete and anything that brought a smile to my face.

So as you do that, the papers build up and you've got yourself a boxful of memories to remind you why life, yours in particular, is awesome! You can reread them at the end of the month, year or whenever you're feeling down or just need a laugh. It totally helps keep your memory fresh on all those things that you never want to forget.

Heck yes grainy phone camera pictures.

Brainstorm

I just made a brainstorm on future topics for this blog.

Here's the list:
Socks: matching or unmatching?
Reasons it's good to be *blank* (insert short, blond, quiet, etc.)
Useless skills I have
Embarrassing story
Where I'll be at seventy-three
Useless skills I want to learn

I know, real deep and thought-provoking.

While we're on the topic actually, what do you want me to ramble about? Book reviews? My life? My thoughts and opinions?

Potato

I've noticed that while I'm fully comfortable with teachers and random people on the internet reading what I write, I am completely uncool with anyone in my immediate family with doing so.

I have absolutely no explanation to why. It should be the opposite, shouldn't it? I act like my true self around them that doesn't come out at school or in public. Well, I guess school is public but I like having multiple examples so whatever. So it should make sense that whatever I write down will be taken the same way as I act with my family.

But I just can't. My mom will read the same essay that my teacher just read over and thoroughly destroyed with the red pen (cause even though I've got a blog that I like to write in, English is not my strongest subject. My theory is that I'm way to funny in writing for my teachers to handle.) and I'll feel all apprehensive and all these other emotions I didn't whilst handing the essay in for class.

I don't actually know where I'm going with this, I've just noticed and decided to share. You can over-analyse me if you'd like and tell me about it in THE COMMENTS. Cause they exist. And you could totally post there. And make me feel better about myself.

Oh gosh, when I am a super popular blogger that gets ARC to review I'm going to look back on these first posts and be like "Wow, I used to have to beg people to comment on stuff. I was so pathetic."

I Need This Answered

Does the "nes" part count
as one of the syllables
in Wednesday's haiku?