I'm honestly getting tired of Xanga, no one really reads Myspace blogs anymore, and I can never keep up with a journal. I probably suck the most with being a girl, but eh, I never was one to keep "private" things well, private. So I'm basically going to use this blogger as well, my means to show my private things to the public. Whether it bores you or not, you're going to basically delve into my mind with me, whether it's the conscious or the subconscious you wish to enter is rather up to you, but for now, I think we'll just practice with the conscious.

I'm not exactly sure where I should begin, but as I don't exactly have much time left before I go to bed, I guess I'll just ramble on a random topic until I need to go.

I honestly have a rather large distaste for two things that Chris (for those that don't know, he's my boyfriend) does. The first one is the fact that whenever he's on the phone with his best friend Roger Smith, he always has to find something to nitpick. Usually it's my driving, or how I park, which honestly pissed me off today because I was parked completely straight in the parking spot at Wal-Mart earlier today, but he kept thinking I wasn't. It's rather annoying to have someone doubting you only because they're on the phone with someone else and trying to look like the "bigger person." My mother always did it, and now my boyfriend does it as well. I just, I want to choke him. It's why I usually stay silent whenever he's talking to Roger Smith on the phone, as I don't want to have something I say get nitpicked at.

The second thing is that, whenever we have a fight, he'll never let me finish what I have to say. For example, I still don't know my way around Mississippi (we've only been down here for two and a half weeks), and each time I miss a street that we're supposed to turn down or ask him if it's the right street, he yells at me. Then, when I try to defend myself by saying that I don't know Ocean Springs that well, he tries to end the argument by kissing me and hoping I feel better and am not mad at him anymore. The thing is, I'm still mad. And then he gets upset when I tell him that I'm still mad. Like a kiss is supposed to fix everything. That's like saying I'm sorry and hoping everything is fixed. It's not. It might be a step towards solving the problem, but it doesn't completely solve it.

I'd like to point out that I do overly use these emoticons: >>, <<, :D, :], ;], and ;). They also usually mean I'm either kidding, or I'm trying to push the fact that what I'm doing/saying is actually right and that everyone around me is obviously always wrong. ;]

Anyway, check back soon for more. I promise I'll try my hardest not to be too boring.