insomnia and gossip blogs

Oh how I wish I was sleep right now. Thats all im typing about insomnia at this moment.

Anyhoo, when I'm up late or early depending on how you view your days, I often find myself on those lame gossip blogs. Of course I call them lame but I'm not one to speak seeing as how I'm reading about the going ons of celebrities. However lame I may think they are, they are very addictive.

I didn't find about these things until I was up late one night googeling someone a few months back. I came across this one blog and thats where it started. It was like there is no turning back now.

These sites fill me up with info about the rich and famous, or the broke and famous, or the im all strung out don't look at me even though I'm famous. Things that I never knew I wanted to know until I read it. Stuff like which celeb just "lost" a homemade sex tape. While I'm on the subject of sex tapes, why don't these people hire directors. Seriously who are they fooling when they say they lost it. They know hey want the publicity. I mean, damn, at least make it worth viewing.Anyhoo, I honestly don't care if the gossip is true or not as long as it entertains me. One of these sites has this little thing called H.A.M. That basically stands for hot ass mess. I know right,what exactly is a hot ass mess? Think about it. Its basically a celebrity that for some reason or other is having a fashon crisis or bad hair day, maybe even a bad week and they are spotted looking their worst. I know thats messed up but I happen to think that stuff is very funny. Funny as hell to be precise. I like seeing them looking all messed up even though they are famous. I like hearing about a celeb gettting arrested and then taking some messed up mug shot, especially actors. Seriously how are you gonna take a messed up mug shot when you're an actor considering you have to take head shots.

I have to say that some of these gossipers are H.A.Ms as well. Sometimes they just post crap thats not funny. In case you don't know me, Im always searching for the funny. It helps me get through the day. I personally believe you need to laugh at least once a day. I blame my mother for that. Anyhoo, some of these sites just throw in some completly random, unessary crap. Like they would show a celeb doing a little grocery shopping and say crap like "i know she's not gonna eat that" So i stare at the screen like what the hell. Who cares. Well obviously someone cares cause they keep posting that crap. I just want to read the funny stuff but the crap draws you in as well.

There is actually a blog I came across that is not celeb oriented at all. Her tag line is " So many people try to hide their weirdness...I embrace mine. Heck, I take my weirdness out to lunch every once in a while just to catch up!" I love that. Can you imagine seeing someone sitting at a table in the back of a little cafe having a conversation with her weirdness. Maybe its just me. I can see it clearly in my mind. I've actually seen pictures of this woman and that makes the image that much more interesting.

Damn its late, the 5am news just came on. I really need to be sleep.

That is all...

...warning signs...

Why is it that they always find the warning signs once you're gone. They never see the signs until its too late.

This whole Virginia tech murders has got me thinking. I'm sitting at home watching the news when they show that the guy sent a video by mail in between the shootings. After that they start going into his past pointing out the warning signs. The guy wrote plays about killing people. He didn't like affulent people. Yeah thats a really good reason. He didn't get the girl. Oh wow, an even beter reason.

Again that got me thinking. What would they find out about me when I'm gone? What if by some unforseen events I find myself in a situation where I'm robbing liquor stores and going on killing sprees? Would they find warning signs? Do I have any warning signs. What would they be? Could any little thing they find be a warning sign?

What about that fight I got into when I was in high school? What about that time I exposed myself in front of the camera at the Museum of Science and Industry when I was in the sixth grade. What about the small garter snake that I skinned alive when I was in the fifth grade. Wait, what? I know that last little bit of info might be considered a warning sign. There are serial killers that tortured animals but I'm far from being a serial killer. I just don't have that kind of time. Another thing, no one ever pissed me off enough to really want to kill them. Yeah sure I have feelings to do serious bodily harm to certain people but im sure im not the only one. I mean...

Again I ask, what is a warning sign?

Also, why don't people do something when they see the warning signs. In this day and age i'm sure there is help for those people. Why wait until someone dies or gets injured.

Another thing, why do these people kill themselves afterwords? I mean grow a pair and deal with the outcome. You know, if I went on a killling spree I'm conceited just enough to want to see how its reported on the news. I would want to see how public my trial would be. Would I get a jury of my peers? Who would be considered my peer? Not too many people going on killing sprees. I would want to see a victims parent breakdown in court and attack me. I would want to know if I killed enough people to be considered insane or didn't kill enough people and wind up on death row.

Now I look back on my life, searching for warning signs. Just in case...

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Damn Student Loans

What the hell. There is no way i can pay off these student loans. What were they thinking when they loaned me the money. Apparently i'm supposed to have a six month grace period but they tried to make me pay them damn loan back before the six months wer up. when i first learned that i was supposed to be paying i was already two months behind. When they told me that i said what the fuck i just graduated like two months ago. so they had me make a payment to put that shit into forbearance. It seem that because the damn loan repayment was already late the damn time cancelled itself out. I have been getting calls from these people for months straight, sometimes five or six times a day...

I don't know. i'm just really stressed out. I don't even want to talk about it anymore.

I'm starting to think I should have never went to school. I'm not even using the damn degree anyway, still looking for a job. The school was supposed to help with that but that dumbass place is not worth shit. They have the same bootleg ass leads that i find on my own. They make it like they have some inside connection but they don't.

See the problem is thati don't have a good job, or career. If i did these damn loans wouldn't even be a problem.

That is all...

hokey pokey...

"Sad News

With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person, which almost went unnoticed last week.

Larry LaPrise, the man that wrote “The Hokey Pokey” died peacefully at the age of 93.

The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin.
They put his left leg in…and then the trouble started.

Shut up. You know it’s funny."

the above satement is not my words...
however i think its funny as hell. I was on another site when i came across this satement. I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
I almost woke my nephew up who is napping a few rooms away.
That is all...

beginnings

well this is my first blog...
nothing special...

i just needed a place to get some stuff out in the open
and myspace is not where i want to do it...
although i do have a myspace account...

well until i have something to type...