I rediscovered my journal today. You know, one of those with a cover and actual pages. That's what I was writing in recently. So for all you folks who actually follow this (1 person I actually know), I'm going to write stuff here. It'll probably be a lot of small thoughts incoherently forced together, but it's the small things that make life worth living. It should be taking in the small things for enjoyment, and trying to put out big things to be creative. Though small bursts of creativity are important too. Like writing in this blog or helping a child learn the letter "K", or telling your friend that you like her new haircut.
I'm fucking sick and tired of being fucking sick and tired. I've had this cold for 5 entire days now. It began Wednesday night when I found that it hurt to swallow. By Friday night it had grown into an all-out nasty cold, complete with chest and nasal congestion, so bad that I didn't want to fall asleep because I couldn't breathe adequately.
I figured out a sweet dream I have for accomplishing:
-Get to know people on Blogtv
-Get a car & good video camera
-Go on road trips to meet the awesome people
-Document the travels on camera and make a Youtube Travel Channel

That would be an awesome thing to do. And if it's blogtv, I can see the people on camera so I know for sure it's not some 583-year old rapist.

I haven't sifted through my friends list on Facebook in way too long. Every few months or so, I would go through my whole list of friends in alphabetical order and send something to all of the good ones. It's been 11 months since I last did that. Fail.

Blogtv.com is awesome. It's a site where you broadcast yourself publicly and let people come into your show and chat with you. You can also cohost people (though it tends to be lagalicious when you do that). It's great for learning about people & where they come from, and it also helps you build charisma and fight your fear of people.

My best friends' names are chloraseptic, Halls, and Kleenex until I get better. My body has finally started working to get rid of the damn illness. Can I be healed by tomorrow morning plz?

OH- when I was lying in bed with my spirits lost because of the irritating-ass cold, I put together 13 hypothetical road trips, ranging in length from 10 days to 8 weeks, covering all 10 Canadian provinces and 48 contiguous states and most all the things I am currently intent on visiting in each of them. I wonder if I can go on all 13 of them, one per each year starting.......whenever I get a job? That's what I want to do when I get older: Get a small, quaint place--I don't need that much space--and save my money up for big road excursions.

I invented a new idea. It's called "copisomiotbagitmawoll," which stands for "coalition of people in support of making it known that being a geek is the most awesome way of living life," of which the members would be referred to as "copis" for short. I'm going to make a video about it.

I have to teach the chill'uns tomorrow. Hopefully I don't gag on anyone.