Get a Life!

Hmmm. This is the part where I get to talk about myself. This could be dangerous. If you know me, you already know I'm just a huge wannabe. Oh, well, we all have to set goals. Hold on tight and try not to drool on the keyboard when you fall asleep, because I'm going to tell you all about my hobbies and my extremely limited circle of friends.

As far as hobbies go, I don't really do all that much. One thing I wish I could do is play the drums. So, I'm taking drum lessons, and I stink pretty badly, but I'm having fun. I can't play anything worthwhile, and, considering my level of talent, or complete lack thereof, I probably never will. It isn't helpful that none of the bands I like post their drum tabs. Guess I'm just doomed to be an awful drum player for eternity. Yet another bright point in the usually dreary life I lead.

What else do I do? Oh, yeah. I write stuff. Mostly poetry, mushy poetry at that. Since I can't sing and I don't play sports, I enjoy writing to express myself. However, much like every other endeavor of mine, I stink at it. That's okay, I'll probably be published anyway.


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		Okay, so I guess that I don't really have a life. I do, however have several interests, hobbies, or whatever you may call them. Sadly, I stink at all of them. This seems to be the trend in most everything I do. I can only assume this means I am the kind of person only capable of mediocre acheivement in every aspect of life. Finally, something to look forward to!



		Hmmm. This is the part where I get to talk about myself. This could be dangerous. If you know me, you already know I'm just a huge wannabe. Oh, well, we all have to set goals. Hold on tight and try not to drool on the keyboard when you fall asleep, because I'm going to tell you all about my hobbies and my extremely limited circle of friends. As far as hobbies go, I don't really do all that much. One thing I wish I could do is play the drums. So, I'm taking drum lessons, and I stink pretty badly, but I'm having fun. I can't play anything worthwhile, and, considering my level of talent, or complete lack thereof, I probably never will. It isn't helpful that none of the bands I like post their drum tabs. Guess I'm just doomed to be an awful drum player for eternity. Yet another bright point in the usually dreary life I lead. What else do I do? Oh, yeah. I write stuff. Mostly poetry, mushy poetry at that. Since I can't sing and I don't play sports, I enjoy writing to express myself. However, much like every other endeavor of mine, I stink at it. That's okay, I'll probably be published anyway. Because I'm slow, I just caught onto online journaling. Here's my lists log: http://www.xanga.com/home.asp?user=punkrockchick48. Here's my everyday log: http://deadjournal.com/users/punkrockchick48/. I'll write in those every so often and you will be able to see the inner workings of my mind. (Not really, they're invisible, like all of my friends.) Now for my friends, this might get boring for those of you who aren't listed. Just so you know, I only have as many as I do because I move around a lot. Let's see...first there are my friends from City High School in G.R. The ever bubbly Kirsten, brilliant Hilary, and my favorite dancer Nylda. Fellow counselors from Mel-Tro-Mi Camp: Daniel (don't get me started there), Mike (the reason I WON'T marry a pastor), Jake (the reason I won't walk into Abercrombie & Fitch), Chris (the reason I am so punk rock), and Karen (my surrogate mother). My friends from Holt High School: Anna who was my first friend there, Lisa whose sense of humor is more sarcastic than my own, Brad who knows everything, and Sean who stole my heart and hid it somewhere. My Cedar Point friends: Tony (he is so punk rock), Katie (so is she), Jan (yeah, sure is strange), Barrie (how sweet is she?), and Kelli (one of my favorite roommates). My friends at the Light: Joy, Jenn, Mike, Tiana, and Anna (yay for interns!). Other unfortunate souls who work(ed) at ACS: Dennis (ooh, computer geeks are dead sexy), Autumn (always getting all the guys), and Donna (what a nice girl). My friends at SAU: Lori (a wonderful Canadian), Laura (my psuedo-roomie), Ben (I seriously don't know where to start), Paul (I am a banana), Jennifer (hmm, not quite sure what to say about her), Tom (what a great artist), Tony (my surrogate big brother), and Lisa (the hottest girl on Muffitt 3). I have no excuse if I left you out. Just bother me and I'll add something about you - I do accept bribes.



		Bother me.