From the little notebook

I've taken to writing down my thoughts or muses in this little notebook I carry around with me. It's not much, and in fact only two pages are written in. Two pages written, and about 6 pages ripped out because I can't ever seem to shake the analness that I have with my handwriting.

Well, for starters--I think the reason why no one writes on this blog (or rather, why I don't write on this blog) is because I am not notified when someone else writes on this blog; perhaps thinking no one else is writing on it, led me to not want to write on it.

I wonder if there's a way to keep posted about this blog--or I guess... subscribe to the FEED or whatever it's called?

So--random note #1 from the little notebook:
Telekinesis; would be nice. I always yearn for this extra power I know I'll never have. And I always fantasize that it is during a moment of trial; in panic--that I would then discover or reveal my gift.

Stupid.

I should just stick to wanting things like, a new messenger bag to replace the bootleg $7 JSPORT one I have. Or wanting a new wool skirt that I can wear in the winter.

Random note #2 from the little notebook:
Sometimes, I wonder if my brain has problems. Like, maybe I'm insane--but just not diagnosed. The other day, I got into this "meh" mood. And whenever I get into this "meh" mood, I take the good things in life, and imagine them in the worst case scenario.... as if I'm preparing myself for the worst. Maybe it's also the same as the anal part of me that rip out pages from this notebook--how I want to never be caught off guard with myself. I imagine the worst so that I would have formulated a perfected and practiced response for if it were to ever occur. I end up "meh'ing" myself some more.

So, coming back full circle, I wonder--what brings about these "meh" moods anyway?

Random note #3 from the little notebook:
I'm too shy to be mushy with my sister. I'll cry in front of her when a boy breaks my heart, but I can't tell her to her face that she's one of my best friends and my closest confidante.

What a wuss.

Random note #4 from the little notebook:
Remember to bring the girly smelling lotion into work to harass Stephen and Eric with.