"Hello, I love you
Won't you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you
Let me jump in your game."
~"Hello I love you" by The Doors.
Such a great song, one of my favorites of The Doors.
So I decided that I'd save what I have for walking for later. This week or next.
Mhmm, fire man. At my mothers house (Water Street as it is known by) we have a fireplace. What a wonderful thing. My mom started a excellent fire earlier tonight, but as I started to write it was dying down. One log and some chunks of ember was what remained. So I plopped some more logs on & now it's going strong. Not super blasting, but that's okay.
Anyway, I think I'll write about me. (Remember, I'm selfish?)
Oh! First of all, I'll write about the name of this blog.
Young: Being 16, I count as a minor throughout the United States. Of course, it's legal for me to have sex in most states, with another 16-18 year old. Course, I don't think that law would really stop me and my partner if we wanted to have sex..hehe. So, by law, I'm a youngin'...and by age. My laughing fits & inmaturatiy aside, I think I'm a mature young person though.
Tired: Most likely, I will be tired as I write this. Right now, the time is 1:32 am (February 8th) & I'm quite tired. I just got off the phone with my friend Kimi...I'll be headin' to bed right after I finish this section. I stay up late, and though I do sleep in....I get tired. Specially when I stay at friends houses, & stay up to the wee hours of la morning. Sleepy Sleepy! (Off to bed for now, finish this post tomorrow!)
(This is now Wednesday, sometime after 10 PM)
Hippie: Well I'm a hippie. Uh yeah. Pretty much I guess....everyone seems to say it, and I'd agree. I also in a way, feel weird calling myself a hippie sometimes....cause weren't hippies in 60's? (Makin' me some kinda of cheap knockoff) Truly, I believe there's some amount of "hippie" in each one of us. Some, just show it more. And, frankly, what a exactly makes a hippie? I'll leave that hangin' for ya.
Rambles: I RAMBLE. Most people will agree to this. I can go on & on about the same thing or, I'll just keep talkin' & talkin' about whateverrrr. Nonstop. I also sometimes mumble, and it's CATACLYSMIC when I combine both of 'em. And by cataclysmic, I mean, "Ha, good luck understanding what I'm saying." As my father knows, when I tell stories (mainly to him) I will include all the details I can remember, way much more then he'll remember....or truly need to know....Of course, I'd fell very untrue to myself not havin' all the details in....then I'm sad. Boohoo. Heh, that was kinda of a ramble.
That little thingy 'bout me tellin' stories to my dad doesn't have much to do with rambling....but I'm going to keep it in....so the world will know.
Oh no, I explained the title! Hmmmm, what shall be next?
Me takin' a shower & headin' to bed. The current time was 11:03 PM, but after "editing"
the current time is now 11:17 PM.