  k im bored and feel like writing. Couple groundrules first. -Dont comment on grammer or anything like that, i dont care thats not the point i guess thats the only rule ::Mind flowing into a state of freenessicitation:: All this talk of breathing in bowties and bags and such has got me into thinking about my life, where its been and where its now going. I cannot decide what i want to be, where i want to go to college, or anything like that. This poses a major problem as i do not have a whole lot of time to decide.
My mom is like frieking out cuz i dont have any college visits planned out yet and its a big problem. ok new subject. The ability to fly would be great. Awesome. Stupendous. That kind of freedom is something that would make me more happy than a bug in a rug. Or a dog with a 300 lb bone and a lot more than 10-13 years to work on it. Or something like that.
Anyway freedom would be great. My parents are currently suppressing me in a way that i find claustrophobic. Since they own my car i have to listen to them for fear of getting that taken away. Since i live under their roof i have an obligation to do whatever they say for whatever reason they say it. This would not be such a problem if they werent so damn crazy. And i mean the "IM STUCK IN A GLASS BOX OF EMOTION" kind of crazy.
So my life is essentially a stream of endless tasks that they wish i would perform. I am also never good enough for them. I can get great grades, change my entire life so i dont smoke/drink/do drugs, and even get a job and they still arent happy. My grades could be better. I sleep into late. My job sucks (ok so they are right about that one, but still).
And on and on and on and on and on and on. It drives me up the friggan wall. Why is it that i still just dont feel like writing. When i first made this blog it was all i could do not to sit in front of my computer (half-naked mind you) and just write and write and write. Maybe its the fact that no matter how much i want to be a writer i constantly see examples of people who arent interested in making it their career yet have a far greater ability with the craft than i do. Maybe its cuz im so upset with my parents. Maybe its nothing like that. Maybe i am just a wacko with too much time on his hands. It doesnt matter. Ima write a crazy story in the other blog, so tune in. Mike 
