Maybe it's my age, maybe it's not.
I was slightly eager this afternoon to come on here and write about my ideas and experiences about flatulence. Yes I know, I am in 5th grade. But then, I don't know what happened, I didn't. I opened the tab on my Google Chrome, typed in "b-l-o," selected the blogger site and voila, here I am. How do you spell "Voila"? actually? According to Google it's misspelled. I know it's French word.. right? I'm not in the mood to educate myself today on French clichés. Is "cliché" French? Shit, now I probably am.
I realized that I'm in a point in my life where I'm not happy, but it's ok. Anyone can vouch for me, I live for me. I live about me. I-- I just don't know anymore.
The reason this is titled "Whatever this is #01" is because I've realized that I have these moments a lot. I have a journal too, but, I just bundle it up with my vulnerabilities. Some may say that I don't need to have 2-3 blogs/journals. But they all exist for a reason.
One of my blogs is for my close friends, which will soon end for the number of my close friends are dwindling to a number where a blog isn't necessary to share my experiences.
My MySpace blog was kind of like this, but it closes me off, I don't know. Something about it feels restricting, and exposing. There's only so much I want to expose of myself.
As I mentioned there's my Journal. I love that thing. It's where I return to myself, who I know I am. I don't feel comfortable being myself around anyone, even my closest friends. I mean there are moments there, but, eh, what can I say?
This blog is freedom. Something about this feels me. I don't get why.
I am aspiring to be a physician. I don't know exactly what field to specialize in. That'll come to me I suppose, one day.
I'd like to take the time to discuss my personal relationship life..
