I'm Baaaaaaaaaaack....

Okay, so because my earlier entry was so craptastic, I'm going to try this again. I feel a lot better (mainly because I made myself an entire tube of Thia noodles (and yes, I ate them ALL by myself)) (Are you aloud to do a parentheses inside of a parentheses?) Anyway, I actually have something to talk about now, or something that actually makes sense anyway. And then maybe I'll babble for a while, and then I'll end the entry. Eventually. Sound good?
So I was blog surfing. I don't know if it's just my computer, but I see a reoccurring pattern in the blogs that keep popping up. Tell me if you've noticed the same thing (Actually, you won't tell me, because this is a one-sided conversation, and if my computer just started spitting small talk out at me, I'd be totally freaked. Or, you know, if you don't want the conversation to be one-sided (I understand that my charms can get pretty sickening) then you can leave a comment. By Jove, what a novel idea! Pure genius I say, Pure Genius!)
Um... Where was I? Oh yeah. The common theme:
There is a picture of a baby on 90% of all of the ones I saw.
Now, don't get me wrong. I love babies, they're cute, yeah yeah, blah blah.
But here's my opinion, which happens to be based on some solid, well known facts: ALL BABIES GROW. At roughly the same time, although everyone is different, and at roughly the same pace. And, yeah, you're baby is cute. Yeah, she said her tenth word today, which was "ummmnumy." Yeah, he threw his first power tool into his daddy's face, causing the whole family to have to jump into the #1 safety pick of 2010 mini van and drive (no faster than the speed limit) to the ER. But guess what?
I don't care.
And neither does anybody else, unless they are close friends, family, or maybe some expecting mothers.
So instead of blogging every single second of every single day of their lives, try keeping a journal or baby book instead. That way, you can log every time they crap their diapers, and you'll always have memories to cherish.

Sorry. That ended up being a little harsh. But really people. Mentioning your family in passing is okay. But it really bugs me when they devote a WHOLE GODDAMN BLOG to them. I mean, I understand that your family is really really really really important to you. But are they the only reason you live? Are they your identity, who you are? Don't you have a personality, a mind, a single thought in your head or your own?
Now we've come to the heart of it. And that's the part that really irks me. And yes, I did just use the word "irk."
I'll tell you something (else) though. If I continue blogging when I'm older and have a family too, then I'm going to do it for myself. I've seen to many mothers give up their identity when they have kids. Too many of them forget who they are, or even that they were a person on their own to begin with. I don't want to be like that.

So, now that that has been said, I'll get to the babbling portion of this entry. Thai noodles are really yummy. My favorite flavor is Thai Peanut. Which is weird, because I hate peanuts. But I love peanut butter. It's a great source of protein. Which is important because I'm a vegetarian. But it's not because I think that animals get treated cruelly, even if that is true. And I guess it kind of is a contributing factor. But the main reason is because I just don't like meat. I think it's gross. I always have. I've also hated pineapple since I was little. And I haven't eaten fish since I was a toddler. My aunt used to take fish oil supplements, and I didn't know how she could stand it. Yeah, I know it's really good for you, but it also smells really bad, and I'd have to force myself to gag it down every day. I take other vitamins, and my mom really pushes the Vitamin D. They are coming up with all kinds of studies that say the vitamin is preventing cancer and other diseases....So I have to take it, because I hate being in the sun, I don't drink much milk, and I'm probably going to go back to Alaska and live there when I'm older. Or maybe Seattle. I'm not sure yet, but it will be somewhere in that region--

I'm cutting this babble fest short because I could go on and on and on, and I would bore you to death, and then I wouldn't have anymore followers. So thanks for reading this, and I hope I didn't scare you off earlier with my first entry today. I promise I'm not really that psycho all of the time. Just recently. I think it's the lack of sleep.

Oh, and shout out to Birdie Blevins (you know who you are... I think) who is writing a story, and posted her first chapter. It was good, and I'll be reading more if she'll let me. Good job! Keepitup.
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--Kacie Renn