Vague

So I starting writing earlier today to catch up on the previous month where I've apparently been lagging... as you can see, it was never posted.  So let's recap:

Over the past month, there has been much excitement... right along side a bunch of dull shit.  How can those two happen together?  Let me explain.

So my mom is a super huge bitch.  This we have previously established in earlier blogs.  Well she took on such attitude and basically drove me through the floor.  I am happy to report that at the end of this month, I am not happily residing in my own apartment, once again.  And by mine, I mean Jeremy's but they are very similar.

More to the point.  I am on a mission right now to perfect a great Christmas surprise.  As it is the eleventh hour of said event, I can't disclose it yet.  But I will write about it soon.  Namely, after tonight when the plan comes out of the bag.  Or the cat... take your pick.  Moving on ----->

So I'm sitting in a crowded public place doing one of my favorite things. People watching.  And there are so many things that people do that amaze me everyday.  We have the awkward over weight woman wandering around, looking at people, but trying not to look like she's looking at people and generally working soo hard at what she's doing that it's hilariously transparent.  I have the pleasure of being seated next to some dude that either smokes way too many cigarettes or doesn't bathe.  Either way, it's nasty and I would prefer to be far away from him.  Unfortunately, we are sharing what appears to be the only power outlet in the area so that means we're stuck two seats away from each other for at least another 25 mins.  

I keep seeing people sit down and pull out their Ipads.  I get that they are the way of the future and yes, it would be nice to have one, but at the same time, I like having an actual keyboard to type on. I hate the touch screen keyboard on my phone so I really don't think I would deal with an Ipad well.  I just love my lappy. But, as always, to each their own.  

I'm just not entirely sure what to write about right now.  Perhaps that means I should call it and stop writing.

OMG, enter the 14 year old blond girl in ugg boots fulfilling every bitchy blonde stereotype as she works furiously to dispel such opinions. Love. It.  And with that, I close. Because there are few better notes on which to end a blog :-)