"You Can Say What You Want But It's Only Gettin' Better."

"Take no risks with your reputation." That's what my fortune cookie says. The thing about fortune cookies is that most of them can be taken in any possible way you want to take them. Like, what does that even mean? What if I were a horrible person with a horrible reputation, and my New Year's Resolution was to be a better person? That's a terrible fortune if that were the case. Good thing I'm not big on New Year's Resolutions. I think instead of lame "fortunes" like this, fortune cookies should have questions in them. That's all that life is anyway, isn't it? How is it that I can remember lyrics from songs that I haven't listened to since 5th grade, but not what I studied for a week ago? Why is it so easy for some people to fall in and out of love as they please, yet some of us have this phobia of forever getting hurt? How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop? You know, the important questions in life that need answered. Maybe I'll send a request in to the Hall Of Fortune Cookies. Anyway, that's what popped into my head. Aren't you so glad I've started this blog so you get to hear about random things that have nothing to do with anything but entertain my mind as I sit on the couch, not wanting to do homework or go teach? I thought so. Life is good, in case you're wondering if I'll ever bring up what's actually happening in my life. School is...well it's school. Work is...well I'm surviving both the early hours and the demon little ballet girls. Dance...is kicking my trash. Though it'd help if I didn't have Tenosynovitis all of a sudden. BUT, at the end of the day, I have:
1. Family that has to love me no matter what.
2. Friends. Both old and new.
3. AND basically the best boyfriend ever.

"Sing Because You Love The Noise."

Holy Crap! I've started a blog. No, not because it's 2010 - it's 2010!? - but because I've heard the phrases, "You don't have a blog??" and "Kim, you NEED to start a blog." about 583.24 times. So here you go America. I have officially become a blogger. Though I still don't quite know what to write about. True my life stories are, to say the least, entertaining. Oh I could tell you about my dog giving me dirty looks because I told her I'm going back to school in Utah tomorrow. Or about how my 15 year old brother has a stalker "best friend" that comes over and puts on Miley Cyrus and I want to shoot someone. Or even that my first boyfriend is now getting married to his boyfriend. So who knows what on Earth I will find to write about. Maybe you'll get lucky and hear about a water bottle fight that still causes debates after 8 years.