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I’ve noticed a lot of new, and some old, blogs lately that take the “rotten truth” approach.  I call it that for lack of a better description.  They are the ones that are bashing other blogs, other people, or are just being blunt.  Or they are just full of foul language with a WARNING to it.

I really don’t understand them.  Some have somewhat of a point, but most just don’t seem exciting enough to keep reading.

It’s not that I don’t like that they are rude and/or offensive.  Okay, I don’t usually like that kind of thing, but that’s not particularly why I don’t like these.

I think they are an approach at ingenuity.  An approach that, in any of these types of blogs I’ve seen, fails.

I think a lot of it is tied to the freedom the internet seems to give us.  How many of you have said something on the internet that you would never say in person?  If you haven’t and you had the opportunity to, would you?

It could be something rude, offensive, or just downright mean.  I guess that’s something we just have to get over.

This freedom is not entirely bad.  I’d say it’s a Godsend for those who better express themselves in words.  Anyone can be published on the internet.

Maybe someone is a horrible public speaker, but they have an opinion they want to voice.  There’s no need to make it verbal when we have the internet.  The internet is capable of getting it out to many more people and a much larger variety.  Hopefully to those who want and will listen.

The world isn’t perfect, so I guess it’s more than likely that the new exciting things that come to us aren’t either.  In fact, unwanted opinions is the least of our problems on the internet.

Yet another time to look at the bright side…

I got some cash for Christmas this year.  Usually I would save it, but I decided I needed a nice treat this time around.  I spent it on some music.  I bought 7 CDs in addition to the 3 I got as gifts which makes 10 total.

 I wonder sometimes who still buys CDs and who just buys the mp3s.  Personally, I’d rather have the CDs because I like having a hard copy.  If my computer gets killed or if my music account somehow disappears, so does my music. 

Sure, I could just burn them onto disks.

Okay, the real reason I’d rather buy CDs is because I like to keep the pretty cases and keep everything organized well.  I rarely ever use the CDs after I rip them onto my computer and transfer them to my mp3, etc. 

Maybe all you CD buyers can help me feel less freakish. 

I guess I can feel good about the fact that I don’t ilegally download music or “borrow” other people’s music either. 

Freakish?  What am I saying?  Just a little bit of rationalizing and realizing has opened my eyes.  I’m just a downright ethical, law abiding, wonderful person!

Well!  Now don’t I feel better.  For future notice, if you ever feel you are not in with your peers or with technology, just give yourself a nice pep talk and you’ll feel better.

For all of you ethical, law abiding, wonderful people who purchase all your downloaded music, I congratulate you as well, and please, let me have my moment!

As I was looking at my calendar the other day, I noticed that this year is a leap year.  It’s always exciting to have an extra day in the year, although I know that really means very little. 

 I’ve read lots of articles talking about how you can take advantage of that extra day, just the same as taking advantage of the extra hour during daylight savings.  Now that one is really worthless because you loose the “extra hour” later on.

 Still, it’s wierd to think about that extra day.  It’s almost like a different time.  You wake up on February 29th and everthing feels different. 

The 29th is a Friday, so it is probably going to be an ordinary day for most people, but lucky for me, I am free on fridays.

 I think I am going to do something different this leap day.  Not necessarily be extra productive, but do something new. 

Maybe I’ll take a trip or stand on my head all day.  I’m not sure.  Well, if I could stand on my head all day, I wouldn’t wait until February 29th to do it!  I’m sure you are all fascinated by it just as much as me.  Or not.

 Anyway, I’m sure we’ll have plenty more people comment on the leap year as February 29th approaches and I look forward to see what other people have to say about it.

In the meantime, I’m going to go wait and dream about my own possiblities for that day.

Spend it wisely!

I decided to switch over to wordpress and buy my own domain name.  I did it all at once, kind of on a whim.  That seems to be how things work out best for me.  Don’t think and it’ll all work out. 

It was pretty simple because I didn’t have that many posts and I pretty much know my way around wordpress. 

Surprisingly, the hardest part was picking out a theme.  I still don’t really like the one I picked.  I’ll get around to changing it. 

Normally when I’m browsing through themes I am looking for something that has to do with a topic and I know what I am looking for.  With this one, I was clueless.  I could choose anything becaus this blog is about nothing.  I guess that’s what happens when I’m so vague.

It was nice, though, because I didn’t have to change much.  I usually use wordpress for other sites and things and have to add a million plugins and delete and change half of the html.  Not this time.  It was easy and simple.  Very nice.

I was listening to Christmas music while I was working for a little while, but then my computer went crazy and I had to turn it off to restart and it’s too much of a hassle to get the music back.  My poor computer.  I was sick for a little while, but I think I fixed it.  Nothing a few hours cruising through google won’t fix.

I think half of what I know about anything having to do with computers and the internet I learned by searching google.  They’re fantastic.  I know a lot of people don’t like them,  but I do.  I think their name alone is enough to love them.  Google.  Hah.

I like what they’ve done with adsense, too.  All that stuff about saving units and changing them without having to change the code again.  Pretty fabulous.  Now if only they would give me more money. 

…and what a change it was.  I’m thinking about bringing this newfangled idea to other areas of my life.  I can change… my shoes… my brand of toothpaste… my bedtime… my future career… my thoughts on  extraterrestrials… the possibilities are endless.

Oh, and by the way, I couldn’t get samanthakay.com either, at least not without bidding at least $1,000 on it.  Yeah, like that’s going to happen.  Besides, me and hay are starting to grow on each other, I should say. 

I’ve been so tired of the warm weather that I completely forgot how much I hated cold weather. Not cool weather, cold weather.

I hate the heat! Yes, but I like fresh cool weather. Light jacket weather, even though I don’t like jackets.

But no, Miss ol’ mother nature decided to skip it and just go straight to cold. I don’t know, maybe she gave a few scattered days of cool weather.

All I know is that right now I am sitting at my computer, my nose is freezing, and I am wearing gloves. As you can imagine, it’s not easy typing with gloves on. At least I’m not wearing mittens. If I was, this would have been one more day gone by without a post.

Sometimes I think hard about what I am complaining about. As many people say, “there are much more worse things going on in this world”.

How can you argue with that?

Easy. Do something about the other “much more worse” things in the world, don’t just complain about them. Then you can leave me alone and let me complain about my chilly fingers.

Actually, I hate hearing people complain. Strange, huh? That’s alright, I’m not so much complaining about the weather as I am venting my frustrations toward the annoyance called weather. Inconsistent.

Break out your hats and gloves and Happy early holidays!

I’ve been so busy lately. I think it is a busy time of year, so it’s understandable. Hmmm, no maybe that’s closer to Christmas. Anyway, I’ve been busy. I have so many projects I’ve been working on and I’m quite proud of myself for what I’ve gotten done.

I set up my two new blogs http://www.expressitinwords.com and http://www.learnlotsoflanguages.com. I’ve put up some posts and I think I’ve developed a pretty good posting and marketing schedule with them. Check them out and subscribe if you’re interested.

I just had a glass of chocolate milk. I love chocolate milk, but I don’t drink it much for two reasons. We never have it or the means to make it. Who buys chocolate milk or chocolate syrup on a regular basis? Second, it makes me sick. It’s like cheesecake. I have one bite of cheesecake, I’m okay. I have another and I feel like I’m going to… The same goes with chocolate milk, so I stay away from it.

It’s really not that good though, I’m not a huge chocolate fan. Vanilla beats it by a mile, but who’s ever heard of vanilla milk? That might be cool.

I think I talk too much about food on here. I also like plants. I used to grow maple trees in my room. I would bring in a sapling from my yard in the spring and then throw it out when it died by the end of december.

I’m irresponsible when it comes to plants. I used to have a garden, but I never weeded it and it disappeared. Sad, I know, but it was expected.

I hope you guys have better luck or are more responsible with your plants.

I sometimes wonder when I’m being talked to. Not in the obvious sense. If someone is standing in front of me speaking in my direction, there is no wondering. I guess what I am talking about is through signs.

Have you ever read something and stopped at a sentence, phrase, or paragraph because it seemed to hold more meaning to you? The words just stand out.

Just now, I was typing up something I had written in a notebook. At the same time, I was watching a movie on t.v. and as I was writing the words “maybe you don’t know why…” a woman on the movie recited them along with me. It wasn’t even that the words just came to me soon after she said them and then I wrote them down. I had already written them weeks before and actually typed them less than a second ahead of her speaking them.

Of course the remaining sentences had no correlation whatsoever, but the remaining sentences had no importance in what was obviously supposed to make an impression on me.

Maybe I don’t know why something is supposed to happen, but hopefully it will. I have a good feeling.

Pay attention. What you need might be hidden within the mindless words that cross your path in any given day.

Nobody likes to be emabarrassed. Anyone that says they do is an idiot. They obviously don’t know what it means. To be embarrassed means to cause to feel self-conscious or ill at ease. They might as well say they are most happy when they are sad. It just doesn’t work.

A lot of misunderstood words can lead to embarrassment. If you’re constantly using a word in the wrong context and someone finally calls you on it, you will not be too thrilled. I think it might be worse though when you realize it later on. At least when they call you on it you will know their reaction then and not have to worry about what they are thinking about you now.

I can’t even imagine what the most embarrassing moment was, ever. It had to have been pretty bad because I’ve heard some pretty embarrassing stories. If you are the one to have suffered from this event, I feel very sorry for you and I hope you are one who doesn’t get embarrassed.

Embarrassment has got to be some kind of illness. I’m sure it is, you can make an illness out of anything. I get startled easily, it’s an illness. I bumped into to somebody once, it’s an illness. I do stuff, it’s an illness.

I don’t always find the embarrassing moments as funny as how people deal with them. They say something wrong and then come up with a bad excuse in an obviously nervous and guilty manner. Those who don’t get it and squint their eyes in confusion are no fun, I much more enjoy the guy who jumps up looks around and runs away after falling down a set of stairs.

A lot of people deal with embarrassment by laughing at themselves. I guess that can work. The only problem is your laughing at yourself. What do you accomplish with that, now everyone will just feel free to laugh at you.

But I guess that’s the point I already made. You decide when you are embarrassed.

We can deal with problems by being insightful, or we can ignore them. I chose to “reveal the underlying truth”. Next time, I might just buy a dog. Or a fish, their peaceful.

Now, tell me your embarrassing story!

No, I’m just kidding. I don’t want to rekindle any bad memories for you. This isn’t a post about embarrassing stories anyway, so get over it. Go get your overly-giddy friends and have a great fun time telling embarrassing stories. Good.

I am starting to reexamine the purpose of this blog. I was entering it into the very many blog directories and was a little lost when it came time to enter the description of my blog.

Most blogs out there have a theme or niche. It’s about something in particular and people are drawn to it for that reason.

I’m sure there are also many that don’t have much of a theme except “My life”. Now come on, who is really interested in some ordinary person’s life? I’m not. Maybe if they are truly fascinating or are a famous person I might read an entry or two, but the whole diary format is not my type of read.

Believe it or not, I’m not going to bash my own blog. I have no purpose with it. I could say it’s like my own online journal, but I’m not going to because it is much more. Okay, it really isn’t, but I would be offended to hear my words described as journal-ish. No reason, it’s just fun to be offended sometimes. People get all disheveled when someone gets offended by what they say unexpectedly. It’s fun to watch.

I think my blog has the same purpose as this post and several others. The purpose is to get you to read it and hopefully when you are finished reading it, you will have some sort of satifaction. I really think that after everyone of my posts you read, you smiled.

I write, you read. Enjoy.

Maybe I can’t easily describe my blog, but that’s okay. I can describe a lot of other things like flowers, smells, music, etc.

I started reading this book, The Elements of Expression. It’s kind of interesting. I bought it from Barnes and Noble in the “super cheap” section. They might call it a bargain, but it’s all the same to me.

So far, I only read the first chapter, Gasping for Words. It has an interesting note. All it’s saying is that people suck at expressing themselves in any sort of creative or lively manner.

I must agree. Just recently I was thinking about the extreme overuse of some of today’s popular phrases. Some of the most commonly used ones in social networking sites that I’ve come across are “I haven’t seen you in forever” and “way to (do something)”(often said with sarcasm).

I feel almost ashamed having used them myself.

I want to know who came up with them.

It’s always funny when you hear the latest popular phrase that you’ve heard a million times before and then someone says how they started saying it first.

I don’t know, it’s either funny, obsurd, or completely possible. Who can truthfully say more than one person can’t come up with the same exact idea or phrase?

Anything’s possible.

Okay, back to my book review.

It started to get a little interesting after I made it through the bombardment of metaphors. Interesting enough to continue reading for now.

I’m not a big fan of powerful expressions. I’m talking about quotes that seem to carry enourmous meaning and inspiration. I’m sure everyone knows what I’m talking about.

You’re sitting and chatting with a group of friends, coworkers, or complete strangers. The conversation is light, deep, whatever, it makes no difference because as soon as Mr. Clever-guy throws out a quote from Ben Franklin or even their grandmother, for that matter, everyone shuts up to mill over the deep impact these well-crafted words have had and will continue to have on human existance. It’s relevancy to the situation is remarkable.

And it gives me a sudden urge to lean over and smack them. I don’t admire those who can recite classic words of wisdom on a moments notice because it only means they have no words of their own.

If there’s one thing I truly believe in it’s self expression. I understand the impact some of these phrases have had on many people’s lives and their relevancy to so many situations, and fine, they deserve the admiration, but I will always admire more the person who can think for themselves and instead of struggling to comprehend other’s words, find a new way to look at it and a new way to express it themselves.

Way to be unoriginal.