This is my first 'blog'. Interesting. I'm really not sure what to do here. Should I amake it funny? Serious? A true weblog? Well, it's 1:03 in the morning and I cannot get to sleep so I shall write something.
I wonder if anyone will read my stuff. It doesn't seem like there should be anything that would attract readers here yet.
Today I started my blog and tried to get over a major headache (a result of an obstacle course disaster). Um, what else? Oh, I went to Tacoma and saw the 'Tall Ships' and that was pretty awesome. It was neat to see the Lady Washington and remember seeing her in Pirates of the Carribean. Some of those ships were absoluely lovely. *sigh* Makes me wish for a different time.
If I coud choose any time period to live in, it would be the turn of last century. Late 1800s preferably. Except for all the disease and lack of many things I like. You know, computers, telephons, all that kind of stuff. Then again, maybe I would be better off with all that gone. But seriously, that is like my favorite time period. My favorite book is Jane Eyre and my favorite movie is a three-way tie between two Jane Eyres and the Heiress. I love the dress and the My Fair Lady feeling. I know if I actually went back to that time, I wouldn't like it. But many people re-enact the middle ages and I'm darn sure they wouldn't be happy there. Two words...black plague.
Back 2 my day....I'm sure everyone is anxiously awaiting the next installment of that. I took a nap (whoohoo for naps!) and watched two episodes of Poirot (whoohoo for Agatha Christie!). Then I tried on a dress and tried to decide how to wear my hair with it. Down. Wow, my life is so freaking boring. Now I'm typing on this computer and listening to Depeche Mode.
I LOVE music. But when I am really into a song I put it on repeat until I get really sick of it. It's a bad habit of mine. But then when I hear it years later, I remember the time in my life when I was so interested in the thing. Perfume does the same kind of thing for me. When I smell this one called Crazy, it reminds me of Fashion Island in California and like 6th grade? Ah, a time of innocence. Sort of. And American Original/Manifesto reminds me of being 14/15 and all the things that go with that. Boys, school, dances, things I used to care about. There's this one perfume that reminds me of a video game my brother and I used to play called Bonk on Turbo Graffix. Explain that one to me. Good luck. Especially since almost no one has heard of that game or its system.
Anyway>I'm going off to try and find another template. Or try to get to sleep. We'll see.

"The dancer is a singer without a voice, an artist lacking a brush, a musician without an instrument, a poet without rhyme, a writer without words."
>Dr.P<