Take a Deep Breath.

This would be my third (fourth?) blog. I still post on all of them, some more than others. Yet, I can never seem to do this right. As if there's a right way to blog....

I am forever lost and spinning. It's time I've found some direction- I think I'm aiming for the 2nd star to the right. Hell yes I just referenced Peter Pan- what a classic. Perhaps my amusement in children stories make you wary? It should- I'm as immature as you would think. I'm 18, I work at Build a Bear and I live with my mommy. I bite my nails and I wear rainbow socks. Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends is the greatest cartoon ever. I also have a plastic Spiderman ring that I think is the bomb.

Perhaps if I lived in Japan, my woman-childness would be cute. In America, it's pretty much just annoying and borderline psychological disorder.

So, 2008 is my year for change. I'm going to find a purpose in life (other than stuffing bears). Maybe I'll find something I'm good at. Maybe I'll take my first step into the world and not fall flat on my face. Oh man. Could you imagine? This is like trying to merge Reality TV whores back into the real world (the actual world, mind you, not this MTV shit that I'm strangely addicted to). Have people ever died from being reintroduced to society? Or in my case, just introduced. I'm such a recluse- it's genetics.

Well, I'm gonna take my first plunge. Take a deep breath- here I come. (Any lifeguards on duty?)