*GASP!* It's been two days since my last blog!

Actually, the fact that I haven't written anything in two days isn't that surprising. But hey, this is better than English homework, which I'm behind on. Whoops.

Since my near-death experience Saturday morning, I've been looking at the world in a whole different way. Life is short, and you only get one, unless you're Buddhist or Hinduist, etc. But, if worst comes to worst, we get one life. And if we screw that up, we screw up eternity in our eyes. So, in other words, live life to its fullest.

I suppose the main thing I've been thinking about lately is (are?) all the things I want to achieve before I die. It's a pretty long list, and not just the ten things I listed in my first blog. And I know I won't reach those goals while I spend all my time doing the same old thing in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere. It sucks.

Which is why I'm planning to move to New York City where anything can happen at any time. It's exciting, keeps you on edge.

I just ate a spoon-full of Peanut Butter. It was good.

I really don't understand people whose goal in life is to grow up, live life in a normal way, then die. No offance to you people, I'm not insulting you, I just don't get it. Why do that? What is the point? What sets you apart from everybody else? At least the Joker's got style, unique style. He's not normal and boring.

I really want some cheese now. Yum, cheese.

Normality

I'm not sure if my fourth biggest fear is rational or not. I'm not sure if my second biggest fear of zombies is rational either, since zombies are obviously not real (I hope). But my fourth biggest fear is growing up being normal. Is it just me or do adults seem to do the same boring things every day? Like, I would LOVE it if Neverland were real. I would go there and stay forever. It's just, I look at the adults around me and they seem so miserable. Why would I want to grow up if all adults are bored all the time with their totally normal average lives? I don't want to live like that. I want to go rebel against the current system and live on edge. I want to travel the world in style, meet interesting people, see great places. I want to live in New York City where anything could possibly happen at any given moment. I want to be really old with my super sexy young husband and look back at life knowing I fulfilled all my lifetime goals.

I really don't understand the adults who hate their job, hate their neighborhood, hate their spouse yet go along with it. Why would they do that? Why don't you do what you want to? Ugh, it frustrates me. Perhaps they're thinking that they might get screwed over in the end, but if your already miserable then what risk are you even taking? You only get one life!

I just had to let this out there. I don't think this is a very good post but I am terrified of this happening to me. Maybe I have to look back at this post when I'm 18 or 19 and remind myself that there's more to life than being normal. What fun is being normal? I don't necessarily think being called weird is an insult, personally. Weird people are just people who don't go along with everything else. I don't think there's anything wrong with life like that.