Questionable Content.

I don't know why I even have this. I think there is a part of me that feels strangely safe here....Most of this gets uploaded to my facebook...But the rest of the world besides one person don't even know that this exists. I feel safe. I feel secure. I feel open to share me...The deep me...The part of me that most people might not know...Might not hear of...Might not even take the time to understand.

I should be writing a paper. For my sociology class. Reading articles on racism and critiquing the articles themselves. How is this helping me learn? Reading someone else's bullshit answers and responses on why people act the way that they do. These answers are worthless..No one is actually doing anything about the problem, thus the problem persists and people complain about it. The world is messed up sometimes I think.

I'm moving Friday. I'm so so so ready to be out of Cedarville...I think I was ready my Freshman year to be out of Cedarville. (sorry if anyone who reads this actually cares about Cedarville). My favorite question. "So, if you're staying in Ohio, you must really like it huh?" The answer? No. Columbus..yes. I can't wait for Columbus. But Cedarville, however, I don't like. I'm so ready to be out of this gross apartment and ready to go to my beautiful one. I'm so ready to be out of this tiny town where strange things happen constantly. I'm so ready to be around my friends and to start my job. So excited.

I was using my StumbleUpon button tonight. it really is such a time waster for me...But I love the thrill of "what site will it bring up?" I love it. It brought me to a picture of Ireland. I started at it. it made me miss it so much that it hurt. I really want nothing more than to be there. I would give anything...seriously...anything to be over there. I love it so much. I felt such a connection there and really wish I could be there on a permanent basis. They just take their time there. They don't sit around, arguing about politics all day long. They live. They do what matters to them. They love. They love things and they do what they love. I miss it so very much. I will go back someday. I don't know when, but I will go back. Shouldn't we be where we love? It sounds oh so amazing.

I could make excuses about how random the post is....I can't blame it on alcohol...Not enough to drink ...Can't blame it on the time, cause I'm not even tired. Blame it on emotion. All the random little ones brought together.

Anyways. I didn't promise anything spectacular. Sorry if I let you down.

out.