I think

Time for a new start. I deleted all of my old posts, mainly because there were so many new things going on in my life that it would've taken far too long to update. Better to start fresh. Then again, do-overs are sort of my specialty. I ought to probably make this blog private, but what the fuck do I care if people read my thoughts? Writing them down has never been my problem. Actually speaking them, however, is a different story and one that I'm not interested in writing right now.

Mmmm speaking of thoughts. I really am a complete bitch. And the thing is, I don't really care. Is that bad? I'm pretty sure it is... But I do a lot of bad things. I am not a good girl. I am not the one to have deep meaningful conversations with, nor am I the type with which you share your innermost thoughts. I'm the one that makes people laugh, that charms my way out of trouble, that knowingly bends rules until they practically melt at my whim. I'm sarcastic, I'm not nice. I'm evasive. I avoid putting myself out there on the line like the plague's a better alternative.


..Someone just called. Finish writing later.

*edit*

Okay. Where was I? Oh well. The fan is blowing on me like the freezing chill of an October night; and I am so cold that my arms are merely raised bumps of flesh trying to escape to a warmer climate. This makes it hard to think. For once, however, my toes are not cold.

Last night, I had my volunteer job at the library. I read to little kids, and try to get them to read to me. It's supposed to foster a "love for reading" but I don't know how well it works... Half of the kids are forced to go and you have to figure out what makes them tick and how well a reader they are at the same time. It's all about capturing their attention and showing them it can be fun; if they can't understand it or they aren't interested in the subject, that's not going to happen. I love doing it though. Yes, it gets tedious sometimes-- a lot of the time-- but when it finally clicks with a kid, and you can tell they're actually enjoying the time, it's awesome, and it's worth it.

I got a dipped cone on the way home and decided I really need a new bike. Mine is practically destroyed.