Cake. I like it, you like it, get your own.

This is me hiking in search of cake. Just kidding. This is me, hiking in search of cake and lovely things that are blue and floaty and fairy like. I read an article yesterday about adult ADD diagnoses and every person who was diagnosed magically became capable and overcame their diagnosis once they figured out what the hell was wrong with them. All of their lives. My first reaction was "where is that piece of cake that my friend gave me" and then "maybe if someone in a tweed suit and bow tie diagnoses me with ADHD I too can lead a stress-free and clear life." After that came the usual flood of self-doubt about writing and apprehension over homework and exam due dates. That's a fun time right there! All day I cruise around my tasks and classes and campus with plots and stories and characters running through my head in Parkour glory. I am an engineering major, obviously. Oh, ha ha! Ha! The belly-laughs we will have over my jokes. So many jokes. Yes. *ahem* This is some damn good cake! Back to the point. I am inundated with thoughts and ideas and scenes until the day fades from "family bonding through litterbox duty" to "homework is fun and better than orgasms." Notice I did not claim it to be better than cake. We know better than to blaspheme cake. The point is, though, that I storycraft all day long until the opportunity avails itself for me to type these narratives. Dystopias. Myopia. Bill Nye the Science Guy. Cake. (introspective intermission) Ok I have given the matter exactly one minute of thought and here's what I think. I must power through and write until my fingers bleed and my voice dusts itself off and glides smoothly over page and pen. And then get a band-aid for the melodrama. Ouch, get it off! Right now I am successfully and productively avoiding re-writing a 5-pg. autobiography. I do not want to stay up all night writing but it is also quiet and still inside the house-perfect conditions for being distracted and getting sh*t done. Darn. Guess I'd better join the pillows and blankets on my bed in their quest for everlasting repose. Except I'll set an alarm. Sleep is for the dead, after all. Cake. And don't you forget it!

Hey you with the eyeballs! Yes, you.

Somewhere in here is a very inspiring and compelling picture of whatever body of water borders Larrabee State Park. Because the html is very graciously provided for me, I have become lazy with the knowing how to do it manually part. I clicked the "center alignment" radio button so it's either in the very middle of this blog or centered above this group of text. Ahem. Now that the formalities have been exchanged, let us achieve what one famous person is known to have once uttered so profusely and in its entirety. To the showers! Wait, no. Let's eat! That's not quite it either. Bon voyage! *Disclaimer: there is no famous person, nor will there be, nor was there ever at any point in reference to any utterances of any sort of profundity or length. Take this as you might. When was the last time you attempted to help a school-aged child with math? Do monkeys blink like bats? Just how many latte possibilities exist before one's heart implodes? Have you ever really considered the benefits of hand cream? In your favorite day dream, do the animals talk and sing? Are there animals? Why are they morally opposed to singing? WHY?! What exactly would Jesus do if he encountered the world of smart phones? That last bit is a serious muse. It won't happen again, I promise. Maybe. The color green. Where did Janis Joplin really go? How many kids will be named Bobby McGee in the coming year? How many of you understand that reference to music culture? Define culture. Hah hah hah that's a terrible answer! I'm just kidding, it's a lovely answer and everybody matters in their own special way. Has anybody in the room (raise your hand nice and high now) ever thought of or ingested willingly Emergen-C popsicles? It's a great idea that needs attempting. Now o'clock is good. One of these days I'll...well it won't ever happen if I keep planning for "one of these days" now will it? Free-write warm-up complete. Commence actual blog entry. Actual Blog Entry Nope. Got nuthin'. The above mind meanderings will have to do until next time, dearies. Off I takes meself to mine pillow cool and dreams divine. Cheers and be off with ye! Adventures call and your name's the loudest reply!