I am understood?

I just realized that I am 19, not 18 like my profile had said. Nineteen is such a boring age. It's true. Of all the years before 22, 19 is the most meaningless.

The week has gone by uneventfully and quickly. I read a few books, watched minimal TV, worked way too much, socialized with my 8 kittens... the usual. I started making a powerpoint of my summer and that is quite fun. I love making stuff like that.

There are many many words on this blog, to what purpose I do not know. I used to know the exact number of words, but blogger no longer tells me.

My parents' anniversary is today. I have no idea how many years they've been married... like 33 or something.

I usually write my entries over a space of a couple days. For example, I wrote a couple paragraphs of this yesterday and then another two around midnight last night and now I'm writing more. It's fun and it makes them longer and more interesting (or so I assume).

Work was weird today. There were some interesting characters. One guy wanted an uncooked pizza made for him and another guy kept talking to me about college and picking a major and that all I did was party. It was odd.

I didn't like Relient K's CD Two Lefts Don't Make A Right... But Three Do, but I have to give them credit for it. It is quite humorous and entertaining. It's still not a favorite or even really one I like, but it's good for what it is. I like The Anatomy of Tongue and Cheek much better and I think I would like MMHMM too.

My other blog is www.livejournal.com/users/sarah221_goblue/ if you want to know.

Once again I've reached the end of my thoughts.