you know all the stuff i say in these blogs is just stuff i wish i could say in person but i cant. its the stuff that is going on in my head when everyone is laughing at a funny joke and i just have a quiet look on my face. i may seem pretty smart, but the truth is sometimes i really cant figure out how to say the things i want to say and that is how they end up here. because i have got to get those things out of me and there is no other way but through art. blogging for me is art, its word painting. its adjectives and nouns and verbs all lined up to form some representation of an idea, whether it be abstract or concrete.

another somewhat suprising reality about my blogging habits, is that i will often tell you, the reader, things about myself simply because i wish that you would act upon that knowledge. when i tell you how i think you are wonderland, its because i really wish you thought i was a wonderland. you probably dont give a heck if i think you are a "treasure" or a "myseterious gift". and why would you? it is likely that you, the reader, dont care. so it just ends up being selfishness rather than self expression. its treating others how you want to be treated as a means to an end.

pray for me though. please please please pray for me. please pray that god would send me a best friend, or that He would be mine in a way that i can really get it.

thank you.

angela