This is my first blog post.
I feel like I should report something fantastic or something exceptionally revealing about myself. I considered what that might be for a long time and decided that that wouldn't be something I would exactly want to read, should I be the one random person to stumble upon my blog. I mean if I give it all away what else is there to keep anyone interested in my humble blog? For example, if I was some secret serial killer masquerading under the guise of a seemingly normal albeit quirky girl, but after midnight I prowl the streets to methodically kill and stuff those who's traits included lazy eyes and a propensity to use spray tans and then went about telling everyone about it while wearing the skin of one of my orangey victims...I'm not much of a serial killer now am I? So I wouldn't be much of a blogger if I just I started posted my inner workings. Not that I really know what those are.
Hmmm...just for posterity,not that I am one. A serial killer. It's also come to my attention that my dark humor may put off some folks. The circumstance causes me to giggle lightly. Mostly on account of my mother reading this. She's so easily disturbed. So I have an off kilter humor...pfft. I tend to easily think of the most terrible things, a nice example being when I saw a child with a super warm looking knit hat. My over active imagination geared up a vision of me pushing the child over and stealing the hat, I run away of course leaving both child and parents in shocked oblivion. Or when bikers whiz along too closely next to you on sidewalks, I usually imagine what would happen if I just pushed them over? Hahahaha or when people come to you with all the pregnant exhaustion of domestic troubles and say, "Just kill me now." What if you did!? What if when they said that, you just up and stabbed them and said, "Well you just said..." Tee hee. Most people wouldn't find that funny so I temper my humor depending on who I'm with.
Yesterday in class this man came in to speak to us Grad students about the importance of music in the elementary classroom. A notion I fully support and hope to one day actually do. He described himself as a "child of the 60's." He went on to play folkie types of song, which I did enjoy. While he had us learn a song about belly buttons (WHICH IS AWESOME AND I'LL POST ON HERE SOON ENOUGH!) I wondered about the validity of his past statement of being a child of the 60's. Was he merely born in the 60's? If he did then he didn't really experience the 60's...he was an infant. What he might of experienced was the afterbirth of it in the 70's. Maybe he was just old enough to remember the 60's,? Perhaps he was10 at it's last throes of hippidom? If so, then he probably experienced his parents freedom, but it wasn't solely his. Or maybe he really was old enough then to experience the chaos and drug addled beauty of the era.? I couldn't imagination him as a young man, only as he was now. An aging bearded man with a portly hard looking belly with weather beaten skin, but with all the aura of barney the dinosaur. Then I imagined Hippie Man trying his hand at free love on top of some tiny mewing hippie gal, and then I got too grossed out and stopped.
My imagination tends to be on this constant flux of random tangents.
I recently learned of bot flies. Creatures I wish never to encounter. I've been sharing this with everyone because it's honestly a concern of mine. I hope no one ever has to do this or have this done to them...enjoy:
I've posted the video of the hell spawn right after this post.
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