Here we go again

I'm feeling rather random tonight. I might as well warn you before you really settle down to read this, if you're not in the mood to follow my mind, wherever it may lead, then you had probaly step out now. So the question of the hour is: How to start out this post of randomness?

Should I write down what I am thinking? (Is randomness a word?) Should I write down a skill I wish I had? (drawing) Should I write down a food that I could eat a lot of right now? (Milios) or should I just begin to explain why I am feeling random? (Go ahead, do that we'll see how far that gets you)

Why I am Feeling Random

A Short (hopefully) Paragraph

By Joanna

I have several problems with journals, the main issue is the one that I will address tonight. It is the issue of the journal's lack of my experiences. I have spent the last week doing something that I know this journal never has. I have spent the last week experiencing many new things that you have never experienced, I have spent the last week doing things that I want to say to you, but only as long as I don't have to give you the whole backstory (because I hate backstory).

Unfortunately, I think backstory is necessary for a lot of what I would like to tell you. For example:

1. I could tell you about a really (un-knowingly) funny comment that Dean Richards said, but to think it was funny you would have to understand Richards, me, and my enviroment. And frankly understanding those three things is asking to much out of any one human being. Trust me, you couldn't handle it.

2. I could tell you about people that really irritate me, but to know that you would have to know once again the enviroment I live in, the type of people who irritate me because they remind me of someone else, and then I would have to explain why those (the someone elses's) irritated me.

3. I could tell you about something that happened that was funny in a meeting today, but the enviroment once again would have to be explained, the people involved and once again my sense of humor.

Are you getting the idea yet? We would be here forever, and you still would probaly not be able to grasp the concept of why I plan to celebrate next Thursday night wildly. I could explain until I was blue in the face, (blue in the face or really sore fingers) why you should be disappointed with me. But that is something that you could never possibly understand

The problem is that you're not living your life with me.

The End