Words are for loosers, I prefer my conversations with a good hard slap.

I'm beginning to think I'm too well spoken for my age.
When I was younger I would read a lot of College-level books, and if I didn't understand a word I would look it up in a dictionary or online. That led to a very large vocabulary in the long run. The other day I went to type the word "Long" and messed up my fingers and they got in a jumble and did sort of a jig, and I ended up with "omg" and I remembered what I've been saying for a while:
"Abbreviations are killing my I.Q. and screwing up my vocabulary. I'm tired of computer speak."
I haven't posted a blog in a while, that means life's been well, sort of.
I was talking to my new darling friend LaVella last night, and I let a little of my depressed side leak out. And I told her I didn't want her to see this side of me, because I wanted at least one friend to see me as a happy, funny, carefree person. She said "Tell me about you." and I told her what was bothering me. LaVella is an excellent listener.
I love my new friend, the best part about it is it's in the best way. It's not romantic or anything, it's a normal kind of "Friend-love", that's all. In fact I'm totally incapable of romanticism whatsoever since the "Ariel days" as I fancy calling them, she left me hollow with one resounding "Drip" every once in a while. I got over that in a week or two without her though. I don't blame Ariel, I blame myself, I got a little too infatuated but I'll save that story for another blog. Speaking of Ariel, she recently came back to our friendship, and it seems things have been going quite well for her. She says she's changed and I see it in what she tells me. Hopefully our friendship will last this time.
I keep having these visions of being with somebody, I don't know who I'm apparently "Being" with but I know they're nice daydreams. I keep thinking somebody will let me fall totally in love with them and they'll fall for me as well, but so far nothing. Maybe in the future, when I try harder.