Free Write in Sleep

Blogs, blogs, blogs. I've never done this before and I don't know what I'm doing. I don't think I'll be writing anything interesting here for a while (that just isn't me) well it is...but it isn't. I love the triple dot (...) thing. That definately sums up how my mind thinks. Its just a bunch of jumbled stuff that never has an end or a beginning, but just runs on forever. Freedom... hmm...i definately think I'm weird, but I don't think many people get to know that side of me. I love Melissa and I think she has seen alot of that side of me...and I think that is awesome. We are so close...its great. Hmm...(i say "hmm" alot)...I guess I should get back to the reason for my blog.

Do I have one? Hmm...I think so. But what? What could it possibly be? I guess I just want to let people know what I think. I doubt many would find what I think interesting (if any do at all). This is weird...I'm writing that last sentence and thinking at the same time that I don't know what I really think. I don't know if I have opinions of my own, because I've had so many influences. Always something swaying me towards one side of the other. It's so annoying.

I definately feel like I'm blathering on about nothing, and I'm sure I am, but I can't look back at what I'm writing because this is a stupid free write. I've always hated free writes. I can't organize my ideas without going over them a few times and correcting errors in placement of thoughts. I'm frustrated at my lack of organization, but there is nothing I can do about that right now.

Wow, half of my free write time has already elapsed. Whoa is me? or not.

Soooo...I got all these new things of clothes today...I love most of them. They are very different for me. I wonder what people think of me when they see me walking down the street. I guess I shouldn't care, but I do, and I hate it.

Quickly switch to the election. Sounds like Obama is the clear winner. I can't say I'm dissapointed at his election but neither can I say

I am getting so tired right about now. I don't think I'll be able to stay up through a...

Oh...oops...I feel asleep there. I'm back. Okay, I'm freewriting again...

And Melissa is so annoying.

And I don't feel like capitalizing anything here because that is just nonsense. I hope you guys end up enjoying my babble. I can't believe that I fell asleep.

I wish my girlfriend was more in tune to my needs, for a psychologist, she definately doesnt understand the male mind very well. I really dont want to post this writing. It could get me into trouble. I dont like trouble. I'm a kitten. I dont know what I'm thinking...I dont know what I'm thinking.

Charleston. I love Charleston, SC. The water is nice and the houses are beautiful. I would sooooo love to live in one for a year.

I really want to go to Dubai. The architecture there is amazing. I love the new Burg Dubai building. The tallest building in the world would be so cool to view the world from. I wonder how much those upper floors will sway in the wind.

I definately don't like the way this free write looks....this is all just a jumble of poop. And no, I don't have a poop fetish or anything, and that is so annoying when my friends say I do. I just say poop because I don't like using those bad words my English teacher says aren't real.

Are there things really real outside my field of vision? I wonder. I wonder alot of pointless stuff like that which I find very interesting but also very strange and pointless. I wish I was more organized.

I wish I knew what the other lever looked like.

I bet Melissa is talking about me behind my back to Johnathon. I always secretly get the impression that Craig is straight and just pretending so him and Melissa can be together. It bothers me. Hmm. Link. Zelda. Peach. Brawl. Why did that all of a sudden pop up in my mind? I wonder how thoughts are formed. I mean they aren't really anything. Should I separate this... I bet I'm going to fall cdombines. I Hope melissa is happy about the amount of writing I'm doing on this. I'm not even looking at the original point tfor later. Hmm, that doesn't make sence.

I love Melissa. I wish she would give the kitten what he wants, but I'm not sure she loves the kitten.

OMG, the owl! I simply must talk about the owl. Well, my family and I were on this trip to the mountains. It was late at night and this bird hit our car. Well, we turned around to go look at it and it happned to be a baby owl. It was so cute. I love owls now. Maybe I should change my blog name to reflect my new love. But whatever. We picked the owl up thinking that maybe we could get it somewhhmm...i wish i oculd stay awake whenever i want toewhat am i thniking about. i definately think i scewed last in muscle
handstands would be fun. i always do soemthing
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i want a new lifestylewithout havingt to go through the awekward whatcdan i search for so as to get melissa off me. I know this isnt maning sethat rigfht. yay. we have credit card representatives...hm m what was i going to say. wll i have to get this to my car...that was a convo in my head. so what are you doing
going somewwhere
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AFTER THIS, THE KITTEN SLEEPS
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FOR A THOUSAND YEARS