personal life....

hmm...so I've never really typed up anything personal and put it on here. So I'm going to try and be as personal as I can without really saying anything at all. Not that that is oxymoron-ic or anything. I haven't posted anything in a long time--maybe because of musical. Most likely. Sounds like a legit excuse. I don't know...I haven't actually read any one's blog until two seconds ago, and well, obviously they're supposed to--for the most part--be kind of personal. I mean, it is your own space to say whatever you want. But of course, me being the type of person I am, cannot find the guts--nor do i want to--in order to write down what i deem as necessary (or rather clingy) events in my head into a palpable form.
Yes, yes I could sit down here and type how musical was possibly the best experience I have had this year, because this year was oh so warm and fuzzy (sarcasm in case your beautiful brain could not catch on) and how I am ecstatic that track season has started, though the weather has near froze my good feelings toward most anything recently. I suppose it doesn't take a lot to make me cold and cut off. I used to be happy go lucky, but anymore...I don't know. I'm very different I can say that much, and this is where i stop talking personal.
I guess for some reason when I tell people more about me, it makes me feel weak. I guess the only reason I am saying this is because i have only four "followers" and i doubt anyone really takes the time to read what I have to say. If i really don't want someone to know something about me, than i better wise up and write it down somewhere not readily available to the public.
Honestly, it just feels good to write anything. I haven't had the time in a while... and if i had to guess what heaven feels like, it might be close to the feeling I have when writing this simple yet fulfilling post right now. I was about to start another poem but I can still hear the oh so comforting voice of Jim Cramer from my dad's television downstairs. Oh how I love listening to that show. At least twice a day. Lovely. Perfectly Lovely.
I'm a bit in this odd daze right now. Like the very screen I am staring at right now has this eerily comforting hypnotic effect. I think but i don't think. I act but I don't act. What am i doing? Hmm...
Well I'm going to go ahead and give that poem a shot. I tried not to put any endearing or deep poems up, resorting instead to my silly, or more accurately stupid poems. But hey, what can I say. After all I don't know what I am doing, right?
FYI- I am too lazy to reread this, so if anyone actually does read this, enjoy the errors.