Imagine Having Your Dad Do This....

     So, I was looking at Yahoo News today and I found the story of a Utah dad who thought it would be cool to wave at this son (a sophomore in high school) every morning when he boarded the bus.  As if this wasn't bad enough, he opted to dress up as different character every single morning. Now, think about this for a second; every morning you have to worry about getting up, getting ready, getting on the bus, hoping all your homework is done (because really, how many of us actually remember or have time to check in the morning?), and THEN you have to be concerned about whether your dad will be standing outside your house waving at your friends, dressed as bride or mermaid.
     When first reading this, I thought, "Wow.  Now THAT'S some revenge for all those nights he stayed up with you crying through the night....'' And I still see it this way. But then I thought, "Dude, that would be frikkin' awesome!"  Yeah, it would be weird at first, but come on! Once everyone caught on, you and your friends would start seriously looking forward to what he'd do every morning.  I could have an entire blog about it. And it would probably be way more popular than this one......hmmmm.......
     Actually, that's exactly what they did!  This guy's wife took a picture every day and posted it on their blog Wave At The Bus.  All the pictures are up there; check it out! The coolest thing is that they only spent $50 on their endeavor over the entire year! They begged, borrowed, and stole improvised more than 180 costumes for the same amount of money that I spent on a single costume for a birthday party. (Ok, it happened once, I'd probably never do it again. But she was my best friend and it was her Sweet Sixteen....It had to be perfect....) Anywho, I think it's awesome. So, check out the pictures, have a laugh, and let them know how hilariously awesome this is!
 
     P.S. I've already been thinking about having some sort of daily thing to post, and this is just giving me good evidence that people enjoy such things.....hmmm......

My Mind is as Empty as Joe Biden's.....

     I have absolutely nothing witty, clever, insightful, shocking, or even intelligent to say. Nothing. Zip. Notta. Zilch. Zero.

                                                                              

                          
    I started thinking of everyone who has been waiting so long for an interesting post to finally appear again.

Then I started to realize they would all be disappointed.

Then I started to get scared

I started to wonder if they would all hate me forever....

First I felt like doing this

 











Then I felt like this

Then I just did this

[Ok, I regret the last one. That one's just TOO sad..]


Anyhow, That's pretty much me right now.
















I have no inspiration.  My mind is blank. Creativity has forsaken me. I've spent an entire post finding random gifs. I'm pathetic.



















This is what I need (at least verbally via a jumpstart for my brain)

Then I shall be thus

So Make me thus. ^_^

Will I Ever Get There?

     So, I was looking back at some past posts and I noticed that one of my most "popular" (i.e. most views) posts was a post entitled A Place to Call Home (<<<If ya' don't know what I'm talking about, check it).  I thought I'd do a follow-up of sorts, as I'm still dealing with some of the same issues and everything's kind of coming to a head, so to speak.
     Basically, not much has changed. That's pretty depressing to admit, but it's the truth.  Everything that I said about what I wanted is still true, and I'm really not any closer to "getting there" than I was when I posted that. I still wish I had all those things; I still wish I belonged somewhere; I still wish I had a place to call "home." 
     The difference is, however, that I now am beginning to understand that I have to find that home; I have to make it for myself.  I can't sit around and wait for some miracle to rescue me or some especially benevolent person to reach out save me. Oh no, I have to actually change.
     But that's tough. For me, one of my biggest issues is my inability to lose control, to "cut loose," "let me hair down," or just have fun. It's something that I not only never learned to do, but was actually raised in an environment where doing so would have quite literally endangered my life and the lives of my siblings. If I was not completely aware and alert and in control, things could go dreadfully and drastically wrong in the blink of an eye. 
     But I'm not in that situation anymore; at least, not to that extent at all.  Now I have to learn how to not be so aware, so alert.  I have to learn to miss things. I have to learn not care about how I look or how ridiculous I act.  This sounds a bit risky, I know. But the reality is that what is in all probability completely normal and acceptable gaiety for most people is actually complete and reckless abandon for me - something or which I am incapable at this juncture.  So I have to begin forcing myself to do things that I would consider "immature," "reckless," "stupid," and "pointless."  I have to become "less" than I feel proper in order to become more.  It's a conundrum, and I have a lot of problems with it. But that's the reality of it.
     So that's the place at which I find myself. It's not going to be easy; I know this.  But I'll do it. I would like to ask, however, that you all try to understand my awkward behavior and confusion; I'm trying, I just don't know what to do.  Also, I'd like to honestly and genuinely ask you all to call me out when I do things that "don't work."  I know that's uncomfortable, but, believe me, it's extremely difficult to offend me and I truly do want the input. 
     That's all I've got to say about that.