Sean got sick yesterday. Slight possibility that it was my fault. Lovely. He’s half asleep in the chair next to me right now. I really hope he doesn’t wake up and see me doing this on his computer. (Yes, Sean, I used your computer for this.) Well, he just asked me what music I was playing, so I would say that he woke up a little. He still doesn’t seem to have absorbed the fact that I’m blogging on his computer (low absorption rate – jk!) so I will continue making a nuisance of myself on the internet.
Sometimes I wonder if anything really big will happen during my lifetime. Like a zombie apocalypse (I hope not – I’m not ready at all) or a supernova or the end of the world. I would actually really like to see a supernova. Those are pretty dang awesome. Of course, I suppose that I was alive during the first major terrorist attack on the U.S., but for some reason that doesn’t feel the same. (Rats, Sean just saw me.) I think maybe nothing that happens during someone’s lifetime seems as big as it is. Maybe people are just unimpressed with everything they’ve got. I really hope I’m not.
Ever heard of Dubai? Someone I know mentioned it to me once, saying that they really wanted to go there. I googled it (google “dubai pictures” – really, it’s incredible) and HOLY SHIT. The stuff they have there is amazing. Their architecture, their designs – it’s something you might see on another planet full of highly advanced alien geniuses. Completely badass.
Sometimes I just want a motorcycle, some leathers, and a lot of road. I just want to go fast. I think maybe I’ll get the chance someday. I love the feeling that something good is going to happen to me someday. Something that nobody expected. Something that isn’t even possible. I shouldn’t have that feeling; it’s not even logical, and it will probably come to nothing. But I’ve got it, and I don’t think I can get rid of it. Besides, I like thinking about it.
HOLY CRAP I LOVE THIS SONG.

It makes my insides hurt. In a good way; sort of an I’m-leaving-having-an-adventure-and-coming-back-never way. Uggh, I’m restless again. I figured that wouldn’t happen this summer – and it’s certainly not as bad as it was a month ago – but it’s not gone. Oh well. Just means that I’m not supposed to spend the rest of my life in _____. Which I knew already. Not my kind of permanent place. I like for the summer though.
Funny, I’ve heard that some people talk about what happens to them on their blogs. I don’t think that’s how this blog works. I wonder how long I’ll have this blog. Probably a long time. Maybe until I run out of space on here. Although, MAYBE they’re like Gmail, and they’re constantly getting new space. T’would be nice.
Sean just introduced me to The Big Bang Theory. Hilarious show, although David said that Sheldon is pretty much like that in real life, which makes me wonder why he actually lived to make it on the TV show.
Did you hear that Sean Bean got stabbed? Just in the arm, nothing serious. The thing is (yes, Kevin, I’m still horrified that Boromir of all people was doing this) that he was protecting the porn star that he was with at the time. Now, I’mnot saying he shouldn’t have protected her, or defended her honor, or anything like that. I’m just wondering why (if there was anything beyond the obvious reason) he was with her. Shame on you, Boromir.
I think I’m going to let Sean on here. He’s been pretty patient waiting for me to finish this ridiculously long post. Even though I have a million more things to think about. I should probably be filling out applications anyway. Uggh. I don’t want to go back at the end of the summer. Not for school, not for seeing friends or family. Don’t wanna go. I do miss them though. Alright, getting off. Here, Mr. Grumpypants, you may have your computer.