Get It?

I have to admit, the title of this blog gives me more enjoyment than actually being able to blog. Same with being able to choose your own template. On a lazy Sunday afternoon/evening, I guess those things are pretty worthwhile. Maybe that shows the whole blogging idea isn't going to be a long-lasting one, which wouldn't fully surprise me, considering I'm one of those people who starts and never finishes. I don't start out with the intention of never finishing, but things come up, and other things are put on the back burner that never come off, and nothing gets done. 

That's pretty spot on as to how I'm feeling now. Like I can't get anything done. I have an essay for English class, a Spanish test Wednesday, an Algebra project, another Journalism project, and an Insights assignment. So why am I not doing any of it? I don't know. I have so much to do that I basically sit in the corner all day and ignore it. Whenever I try to get something done, I'm distracted, or not up to my ridiculously high standards, and I abandon the assignment. 

Wow, I meant to explain the title of this blog somewhere after that first sentence, but see? I got distracted, and off topic, and I rambled. 

Welcome to my brain.

It's a Fight Club reference. And a Jack's Mannequin reference. At the same time. (You know, I am Jack's Broken Heart? Except now it's I am Jack's Mannequin. Hahaha. You know you're laughing.) Kudos to Steve for coming up with the pun in one of my late night chat sessions. I told you I would consider it. :) 

If you don't get either reference, then you probably shouldn't be reading this. I mean, I'm not going to sit here and make Fight Club and Jack's Mannequin references all day long. I'm just saying. Maybe you won't like me, or think I bore you to death. I probably will bore you to death, but it doesn't really matter, because I'm not doing this for anyone else. It helps to get things off my chest, and since I've been in a constant state of writer's block for the past month, this is my substitute. 

How long are these things supposed to be anyway? Is there some sort of limit? Hot damn, I bet I would have exceeded it if there was. 

I'm stopping now, either way. My day wasn't too exciting, so there's nothing I can really talk about. I did two and a half hours of community service (which basically means stuffing envelopes and sticking stamps) and I went to Target. Bought some clothes. Tried not to think about everything that's bothering me. It's worked, surprisingly, because I feel okay. Not ecstatic or anything, but I feel content. For me, that's quite an accomplishment. 

Wish me luck seeing Nights in Rodanthe tonight. Or wherever they are. 

Romantic movies always make me depressed. 

There I go, rambling again.

I'm out.

For real.