this culminates in an overshare, i'm sure.

i have been having headaches more frequently recently than i have in a long time. they are awful, and i hate them. i started experiencing them when i was about seven, and my mom took me to the doctor, where they connected a lot of wires to my head and did various tests and suggested i check my vision and stay away from chocolate, as i appeared to be allergic. at that point my vision was fine, and i have never noticed any correlation between my migraines and chocolate consumption. anyway, i don't really worry about the headaches because if it was a brain tumor or something, i'm sure that after twelve years this would have become a serious issue.

while the headaches are old news, during the past week or i've had about three nosebleeds, which is the same amount i have had during my entire lifetime until now. it is freaking me out a little. but i have no intention of visiting a doctor about this. mostly because webmd told me that nosebleeds are usually not so serious.

my most exciting nosebleed experience happened earlier when i was sitting on my bed, and something caused me to let out a chuckle, which forced some air out through my nose, which also also happened to spray blood spatter all over my pillow. pretty awesome.

so warm.

the weather is one of my favorite things to complain about. when i lived in idaho, i complained about the ridiculous cold. when i lived in portland, i hated the incessant suicide-inducing gray and wetness. now that i'm in the south, i have dealt surprisingly well with the most obvious unpleasant condition, humidity, (oh, and hurricanes and tornadoes) but am becoming increasingly annoyed by the fact that it is still almost ninety degrees at the end of september.

doesn't the weather know that i have recently acquired several cardigans/jacket-type items that cannot be worn at such high temperatures? i find it pretty inconsiderate.

but, in an effort to not be such a negative nancy, i shall not complain about the warmth because i promise that i would take sunny and warm over cold, gray, and shitty (i'm looking at you, portland) any day. well, maybe not literally any day. the occasional rainy day does have a certain charm. however, i think that a pool or lake in my backyard would make me far more appreciative of the fact that it's so summery for nearly half the year. if someone could hook that up, i would let you swim in the aforementioned body of water with me, guaranteed.

dinner conversation.

yesterday at dinner i was sitting in front of my food waiting for my mother and brother to be done preparing their plates and anticipating my mother's prayer she usually delivers before the meal. she noticed i hadn't started eating.

mom: (excitedly) oh, you want me to say grace?
me: well, i was sort of expecting it since you say it every night. but i would feel fine eating my food without it.
mom: i can't believe you said that.. (pause)
dear heavenly father, please save stephanie from an eternity in hell.

my anaconda don't want none.

so, i read the book of laughter and forgetting, which is by milan kundera. and in one of the stories he talks about how people are becoming more and more inclined to think of themselves as writers because "everyone has trouble accepting the fact that he will disappear unheard of and unnoticed in an indifferent universe, and everyone wants to make himself into a universe of words before it's too late. once the writer in every individual comes to life (and that time is not far off), we are in for an age of universal deafness and lack of understanding."

he was obviously foreshadowing the blogging phenomenon. after reading that little quote i began to feel even more vain about rambling on the internet than i had to begin with. that and the idea of milan kundera being pissed off in the afterlife, partially on my account, kept me far away from this shit.

but i don't really think that anybody is paying attention, and i bought a real journal for my ~feelings~, which i think will prevent me from composing unnecessary diatribes about my dissatisfaction with life and posting them on the internet.

enough with the justifications, i just really want to comment on this:



kim kardashian is one hot bitch, whose claim to fame is her gravity-defying ass. honestly, it is mindblowing. she also had that sex tape with ray j (aka brandy's brother), but it was so much more boring than it should have been, so i don't even really want to acknowledge it. in recent interviews, little kimmie (that's what i call her) has said that she is tired of people constantly making remarks about her ass, which is totally understandable.

SO WHY WOULD YOU GO ONTO THE SHITFEST KNOWN AS DANCING WITH THE STARS AND PERFORM TO "BABY GOT BACK?"