Hey guys! Okay, so I know that I have basically went MIA, and I apologize for that. I am increasingly growing behind on my 365-day personal writing challenge; I will be resuming that either tonight or tomorrow, depending on how this goes, and my state of being. I am really tired. (I know that’s a bad excuse, but oh well.)
What is the Liebster Award exactly? Well, I wasn’t sure, either, so I did some quick research. Turns out, it’s a huge thing that bloggers do to promote other bloggers—which, in my opinion, is super sweet. It gives everyone involved an equal opportunity to find more content to read, and to connect with others in the blogging community. And what kind of blogger wouldn’t want that?
One thing that you really need to understand about me is how protective I am when it comes to family—specifically my immediate family. The way I see it is that I can shit on them whenever I want to, because it’s my relationship with them, and I’ve seen just about every side of each and every one of them, to the point where I know them probably a little better than they know themselves.
You know what’s a weird feeling? Thinking about one event for so long that you’re no longer sure if it ever actually happened, or if it was just a dream.
Compromise—it’s something that we all must deal with in our daily lives. It’s unavoidable, really; it’s one of the few things that you need to be ready to discuss in any kind of relationship. And if you are used to getting your way, and having things handed to you all the time, learning about compromise for the first time is like one huge rude awakening.
I get a sick sense of amusement whenever people ask me if I would like some coffee. This is because I don’t like coffee at all; I don’t even really care for the smell of it. And when I get the opportunity to tell people that I don’t like coffee, I love the reaction that follows.
There are two kinds of people in the world. There are people who are portrayed as fierce and headstrong and instinctual, and there are others that are more anxious, cognitive, and doubtful. Those guys are called the worriers and the warriors.
Besides October and Halloween(-time?), Christmastime is my favorite time of the year. And, thankfully, we haven’t been hit with too much snow yet; we’ve just had light coatings lately, and are actually supposed to be getting a couple of inches today! So prepare yourselves, lads.
Want to hear something that sounds unbelievable? I’ve been listening to Taylor Swift’s music for half of my life. Half. Of . My. Life. Eleven years. I don’t know about you, but to me, that sounds insane.