This Is the Vanilla Ice Cream of Posts

So its been twelve days since I last posted something. To be honest, you guys, sometimes I forget this blog exists except for when I make not-really-ironic-jokes-because-they-are-just-sad jokes about it. Also, you guys haven't missed much. Honestly.

Christmas shopping is okay, I guess. Like, there were so many people at the mall. And, I ended up buying more things for myself than for others, but like its cool I guess. Sister A made me spend way too much money than what was necessary. Like exorbitant.

I like getting things. A lot.

I almost have this whole applying to college thing wrapped up, but its not like I have a choice. Before tonight, after I got so much shit done, I really felt under the gun.

On Christmas Eve, Family A watched old home movies because apparently, thats what goes down on December 24? But anyway, they were awesome. Like everyone I feel is exactly the same. I want each one played at my funeral. On giant screens. But in the future, there will only be absurdly small screens and absurdly large screens. The future sounds fun, doesn't it?

I realized I will like anything a website tells me to like. I wish you all were the same because you would read this and be like "I totally love coherent ramblings about how much everything sucks."

Sometimes its really hard to fake being nice. acting enthusiastically. Like I was really happen that Friends A got into the colleges they want early. I was mad that some did not. But when I heard most people talk about getting their acceptance letters already, I just wanted to stab them in the ear with a mechanical pencil.

I learned that I work best under pressure. But really, its only because I have to.

I also learned that, despite my hatred of only children, its just easier being an only child. Like when Brother A doesn't live with me, life is fucking awesome. I don't have to wonder where Wesley Snipes is. I can do shit by myself. I don't have to pick anybody up at the train station at two in the morning. My room doesn't have this weird smell (like old Cheerios and suntan lotion.)I can listen to my iPod and watch TV and not be fucking judged by anyone. Gahh, FUCK.

I like Brian Posehn. And actually that whole "Comedians of Comedy" special. And yes, I watch Secret Stash too.

You know what's awesome? French house music.

You know what else is awesome? Flyernationbroskillzz. American Apparel sweatshirts. UO.

I love when people ask me for relationship advoce when they know I have never been in an actual relationship. I love my art friends. Especially Jasmine. Like I think she is the Persian female version of me.

In case you couldn't tell, I literally had nothing to write about. My life has been very uneventful lately.

I want to start giving out advice on this blog. Just email me and you shall anonymously receive my pearls of wisdom.