So it's 3:29 am..and I'm doing this because???????

So, I'm sitting here, in my room, pondering...life. No not really, but I just noticed that me typing on this keyboard is causing my  bed to gyrate, furthermore, giving the impression that some form of sexual activity is occurring in my bedroom. This is false ( or is it?????).

 So this is my first post ( thank you Captain Obvious) and the reasons to giving birth to this "blogger" are still uncertain  to me. I don't have  much to say, and when I do have something to say it's usually fruitless and immature. If your here to collect some "intellectual wisdom" or to read a dissertation that proves the Big Bang Theory to be false, you might as well depart this teepee. If you want to know a direct purpose to the creation of this blog, you should probably pour oil on the teepee and set it to fire. If I even bother to continue on with this "blogger", the purpose of it might eventually evolve. Also, for those who don't know me (well, it's not like anyone will actually read this blog anyway) you will probably come to the realization that I am the official matriarch of procrastination and that I have this awful addiction to listening to nonconventional music while jumping on trampolines. Unfortunately my trampoline collapsed last week which has forced me to enter a twelve step program to deal with my addiction.  I don't feel conceited enough to inform the world random, pointless facts regarding my personality that one usually answers on those stupid myface interviews; so screw that fact that that you will never know my favorite color or if I feel emotionally connected to the last person who stuck their tongue in my mouth. I feel compelled to inform you (if a "you"really does exist) that I have just completed my first year of college in the butthole of South Georgia. I have no idea what on earth I should do with my life, which is perfectly fine with me. Psychology intrigues me. Sometimes, I just sit in the most random of randomist places  and just watch people. Not stalk, but watch. I also enjoy watching the people deliver the newspaper at 4:03 in the morning. They always come by in this beat-up old truck and throw the paper in the drive. The light is always on in the truck, so I usually get a quick glimpse of the stack of papers sitting next to the driver. One morning, this summer, I will stand outside and greet the person who delivers the paper. Then we shall be facebook buddies! Not really. I definitely want a picture with this person, so I can post it on here to prove to all my attentive readers that the newspaper person really does exist. On occasion, I emit vibes of apathy to various individuals which results in them bugging me to create a so-called "goals list." Next time someone approaches me regarding details to my "summer goals" I will politely inform them that I wish to meet, greet, take a picture, and be facebook buddies with the newspaper person. I'm pretty positive they would expect my initial response to involve some riff raff about obtaining a job. Screw that!

Well... I just dedicated a good forty minutes or so to "blogging" (so thats what the kids are calling it these days). I have to get up early and pick the dirty underwear off my floor. I have friends coming over to go swimming tomorrow (if God remembers to takes is detrol) and it would be such a shame for them to see the my barbie, skid-marked underwear. Ciao!!!!!