A Little Piece of Me

This is, as you could probably tell, a little piece of me. Then again, pretty much every post in this blog is, but whatever. By the way, I'm in the middle of writing a paper. But not really, because I'm writing this blog post now.

So I've been listening to Pandora (just one of my many hecka-amazing stations [ask me sometime]) and I got a little emotional when "Kryptonite" came on. I know what you're thinking: "Why? Nobody even knows anything about what that song means, except that maybe it has something to do with Superman."

And you're absolutely right, because nobody even knows anything about what that song means, except that maybe it has something to do with Superman. So here's the thing: you probably don't know this, but I love writing. Not just blogs, mind you, but novels too. And sometimes poetry, if someone makes me super mad (ask me about that sometime, too). What does my writing have to do with some song by 3 Doors Down? I'm so glad you asked.

I'm sort of writing a novel about Superman. Sort of. It's a new (and completely different) take on the story. At least, I'm pretty sure it's different, because I came up with it and I haven't seen anything similar anywhere. So there. Anyways. This book is pretty close to my heart. And yes, I know that's such a gag-inducing cliche, but it's true. There's really no other way to describe it. I've put my heart and soul into writing it, every feeling and thought I've ever had (okay, not really, but pretty dang close). My emotions go into what I'm writing. So when I hear the song "Kryptonite," my mind subconsciously connects to my own experiences. Weird, right?

So, yeah. I'm super strange, and now you know it. You also know that whenever I think of my unfinished novel, my heart fills with a rush that I can't even describe. I've worked on it so long, but I really haven't gotten far. Hopefully one day it will be finished and I can share it with the world. And maybe be famous and earn some petty cash along the way.

Bottom line: I love music, and I love my novel, and I love ice cream. Thank you, and good night.

Valentine's Day

Yes, that day is coming. What does it mean to you? Singles Awareness Day? Or the Day of Love?

For me, it doesn't mean anything but candy and heart-shaped cookies at this point. Seriously. When I think of Valentine's Day, I think of my little grade school foil shoe box being filled with candy and generic valentine cards.  I remember looking at the valentine from my crush longingly, hoping that maybe he personalized it for me, just a bit. But, of course. these cards were all required for everyone in the class and we just whipped them out the night before because we were all slackers.

I'm ranting. I think. My point is, maybe, that I really don't have anything love-related in my schema of Valentine's Day. Really, to me, it's just getting fake cards and maybe some candy if you're lucky. So what I'm thinking is: wouldn't it be nice to actually, I dunno, be asked on a date? Because, in my experience (which is so far limited), I've been the one asking for dates. Which makes me feel pretty pathetic, but whatever.

The way I see it, I wouldn't have been on a date at this point in my life if I hadn't asked anyone. This has been a sad realization. But that's okay! Because I have my whole life ahead of me, and maybe, just maybe, some brave guy will come along and say, hey, maybe this crazy nerdy girl is worth dating.  Just maybe.

I think I'm turning this blog into a journal. Maybe that's good, though, because I'm not a huge fan of paper journals. So this is kind of an open-book journal for everyone to gawk and laugh at. I feel better just writing this, however, because I'm pretty sure no one reads this blog. Ever.

Back to my point. I think that for once, I'd like to have a romantic life. Because I'm a romantic person. But I'm not getting any romance. I really only need someone to just go to whenever I'm feeling lonely, or to hold my hand just because. And snuggle while watching a movie because that's just the most simple thing to do. I'm a hopeless romantic. I know you couldn't tell, but I am.

Maybe, just maybe, this Valentine's Day will be different. Maybe.

EDIT: It wasn't.