Do You Like Me? Y/N/M

I really wish I had something interesting to blog about, but I really don't. I might drench this post in random pictures for the hell of it.

Every so often I have a brilliant idea that I don't follow through with. In 4th grade, it was building some sort of bike/trailer combonation that I could store all of my stuff in and run away with. In 5th grade it was auditioning for Circus Smirkus.

Now it's switching colleges and majors. If I go to Conn College, I can quite possibly major in English with a minor in theatre. I think that sounds like a brilliant idea and I'll be saying I'm going to do that for the next 10 years. Or I'll actually try to do it, and won't be able to A) afford college, B) get into the theatre program or I will C) flunk out.

I know. I'm such a downer. I'd like to blame my father instead of blaming myself.

Speaking of my father, my parents are crazy and I'll just leave it at that. Actually, know I won't. My mother is busy leaving nasty voicemails for her family members and they are retaliating. All of a sudden we are all in middle school, checking the "No" on the "Do you like me?" note. Damn.