But now you start to leave before it's getting worse

Do you know the song Up Against the Wall by Peter Bjorn and John? Well, it's the only song I know by them, but it's just about my favorite song ever, and I'm pretty obsessed with it, and you should listen to it, now.
I'm eating cheese and grapes. It's a surprisingly lovely breakfast-lunch option.
And ginger ale.
Why did I decide to post this blog? I don't know. Shoot me for boredom.

Devilish Ideas

I had the idea to start a project. But I'm not really sure what project to start. My idea at first was to meet someone new every day, or at least talk to someone I don't know. For now, that's the plan. I'll try to start that today, and I will start the new blog as soon as I meet new person #1. Anyone have any other ideas? Please comment!!
Thanks guys.

Home Sour Home

I've been thinking a lot about places. I love my city, and I know it. It's home. It's comfortable. I can always find something to do there. The possibilities in my city are endless. No, it's not New York or L.A. or a huge place like that, but if you're someone like me, you don't require entertainment from the outside world. Or rather, the outside world can be entertaining without really doing anything. As Andre Jordan said, "When you're strange, the world can be incredible."
But what about other places? What is the real difference between here, and there? If you go to a different city, it's hard to feel the difference at first, if at all. The people may act different. They may do different things to pass their time, they may eat differently, they may treat you differently than the people in your own home town. But the air is the same here as it is there, and most of the things I have here, I can find there, in some form. The thing is, you don't feel the differences so much unless you know the places really, really well, or unless you're away from one place for a long time.
I doubt if I'm making any sense. But it's something I felt I should get out there.
So, I've been considering making another blog with reviews, and maybe another one with my work (poetry and stories). We'll see. First I need to know if anyone even reads these posts (doubtful) before I jump the gun and make a million more blogs. So...
is there anyone reading this?
Thanks if you are, buddy. You inspire me.

The Coffee House Cafe-Intimidations Faced

There's this place in my town called the Coffee House Cafe. I think that's a funny name for a place. But that's not the reason that it's the one place in town that I don't frequently steal free wi-fi from. It's because of the people outside. They have these tables outside, you see, and the people who sit outside at the Coffee House Cafe tables sipping their Coffee House Cafe drinks sit out there giving off a very intimidating, cooler than you air. Because of that, this place has always scared the crap out of me. Luckily, I have good friends, who are downtown rats like me. They're also a lot braver than me and have older brothers who help them conquer their fears of scary coffee shop goers. So, today, with the encouragement of one of my best friends and her brother Benjamin, I came into the Coffee House Cafe all alone, ordered a ginger ale (I don't have enough money to afford coffee) and sat down to blog. It turns out the people here are very nice. I'm just a bit of an idiot for never noticing that before.
You know what else? They sell chapbooks here! I looked down at their glass counter and saw that they have chapbooks, and I basically flipped. I asked the nice guy working if they sell local chapbooks. He said yes, and I asked if I could bring mine in. He said he didn't know if I had to clear it with the owner, but it should be fine. It turns out you really can do things for yourself. It will take a little bit more effort than just sitting back and letting someone else do it for you, but it can happen, and it's hella worth it. I'm in a pretty good mood today.
Thanks for reading.

TACO TIME

I have just made an incredible discovery. When at the Taco Time/Samurai Sam's on Commercial Street near Northern Lights, you can access wi-fi from their neighbor, The Grind! I don't even know what The Grind is, but I'm damn glad that they have wi-fi for me to use. What a pleasant surprise on a less than mediocre day. My sister and I are going to go see Angels & Demons, which I'm not super excited for. But we have a free ticket, and we have no life. I'll blog more later, my sister is being pushy and wants to check her email on her laptop. She should really bring her own laptop.
Bye, all.

Tuesday-Monday's extension. (No fun.)

It's August 11, 2009. I think. Earlier today I was at Serenity Salon watching my sister getting her nails done. I had planned on blogging and emailing and iTunes-ing, but it turns out that Serenity has no wi-fi, and their neighbor's wi-fi requires a password. Regardless, I wrote a blog in a word document and planned on pasting it into a blog when i had wi-fi later. So, now I'm at the Blue Pepper, soaking up the free wi-fi, BUT blogspot has some issues with my word document, because I pasted it on, and it was being all weird when I tried to publish it. Whatever.
I always end up disappointed when I come to the Blue Pepper. You see, I have this downtown buddy. He's just a guy that I see downtown a lot, and whenever I see him, I do a double take, and I think, "It's the downtown guy!" You know those people. So anyway, the last time I saw my downtown buddy was a month or two ago, and whenever I'm here, I'm hoping to see him, but I don't. Is that creepy? Probably. But I think that nowadays, what with myspace and facebook and twitter, being able to follow everybody's every move and know their age, hometown, and interests without even meeting them, we've all become creepers on some level.
Or is it just me?

August 10? 2009

Everyone tells me I need to blog. "If you want to be a writer," they say, "you should really get on blogspot.com and post a blog. It would be a good way to get your voice out there." I asked one of my fellow un-technology savvy friends what the hell a blog is. What I've gathered is that it's a thing on the interweb where everyone in the world comes to share their random thoughts with the rest of the online world. I also got a bit more of an idea about it after seeing Julie & Julia the other night. In the movie, Julie (played by Amy Adams, beautiful actress extraordinaire) decides to cook her way through the Julia Childs French cooking cookbook and write a blog about it.
So anyway, after careful consideration, I have decided that it would not be the worst thing in the world for me to have one of these so called blogs. Maybe it will become an addiction. Maybe I will spend my days trekking back and forth from my house to downtown coffee shops with wi-fi, and I'll get super buff shoulders from carrying my laptop (lappy, as I call it) in my purse slung over my right shoulder. Maybe I'll stop hanging out with all my friends because I'll be too busy ranting at you guys. You never know. So, I'm giving this blog thing a try. If anyone has any tips on how to navigate this website, you should post a comment. And also post a comment if you have a blog that I should read. Let me know. Thanks for reading, everybody.