Right now, no one has decided anything on our KERCA or KERCESCAPE project that has been going on for some time now. I'm about done with that girl. But, the good news is, I'm starting a new project! Yeah, well, don't get too excited on my behalf, everyone. This project, thank who ever the hey is in charge up there, is an independent project. I'm going solo this time, so that means this will happen on time. In fact, I plan to start this plan in motion today. What is this wondrous project called, you ask? Why, that's simple. It is called the "Can You Relate" project. Why? Because it is humorous, and ridiculous in that teenage, OmigodOmigod!- that-just-happened sort of way. But not all girly and bratty like that one teenage quote I have on my front page with the bow in the top corner. No, that's the kind of girl I am, after someone messes with a good friend of mine. Other than that, like, let's say, I'm walking and talking with a couple of friends and someone runs into me. That's fine, as long as it wasn't on purpose.... Because sometimes it is, and those people annoy the crap out of me. Ya now, this is sounding a lot more like I'm a Popular, which, no, I am DEFINITELY not. Blah! No, and I quote a friend of mine from Facebook, "We're such nerds. We spend our lunches talking about sandwiches and reading gothic magazines. XD" -Corrected by Blogger, originally stated by Andrea Johnecheck
See? We are strange nerds, though, because we look(ed) at the gothic clothing CATALOGUES that I had brought in one day. But, strangely, I'm the only one who shares all of my secrets with everyone there.. Well, all of the ones I know about myself. Most of the time, I just wonder what there is that I don't know about myself. For example, I haven't had any crushes since about two years ago, but certain guys have stuck out, if you know what I mean. It's like I'm scared to actually like anybody, like all I can do is pick out good boyfriend material for me, or something like that. I have told this to one person, but she told me that was a good characteristic, that I'd have less of a heartbreak if any of these "good boyfriend material" guys told me they didn't like me. I don't see it that way. I'm thinking that maybe, just maybe, I'm crushing on the memories of an old crush, and if I ever see him again, I'll be heading down heartbreak lane.
Wait, how did I start talking about this? Why did I gradually change the subject of conversation? .... Well, it changes like a real conversation does, which I think, most writings fail to incorporate. So I'm going to leave it.