Shanon’s Blog

Texting has sort of ruined my life. I realized last night that I am now dependant on texting to say the stuff that I don’t want to say or might be embarrassed to say to someone’s face. Yesterday I sent a text to my friend who I am kinda mad at and, while I got my piece out of my system, it was the wuss way out. I’ve said some incredibly heartfelt things to certain people that I’m sure were completely diminished because all sincerity is lost in text. So from now on if I say something in a text that I need that person to hear me say in person I will make sure to write it down and tell them next time.

So tonight Kinsey is having some girly party that she invited me to and I’m nervous about it. Some might say that I am socially awkward when I don’t know people. Get me around a group of friends and I am the ambassador of fun. But strangers? Especially girly pretty ones who would probably choose to be my friends because we have so little in common? Maybe one or three of them will like four wheeling through the field and going camping and brushing their teeth with lake water. Maybe. I know Kinsey loved riding my four wheeler. It doesn’t even bother me that they will all be pretty because I love being around pretty people. And yes I am aware that there is one kinda pissy person who reads my blog who says that their prettiness makes up for my lack of. Point taken. Thanks for that. I wasn’t saying that the world is full of ugly people EXCEPT for me. I don’t hate ugly people. Heaven forbid I find pleasure in being around pretty people who I have stuff in common with.

Anyway, I was planning on going to work out tonight and then swing by Kinsey’s party while I was a sweaty mess because at least that way they’d know I wasn’t trying to impress anyone and couldn’t judge me for failure. I say all of this but to be completely honest, Kinsey is one of the sweetest, most beautiful people I have met in my life. And I doubt that J-Si would have mean people in his house, so I shouldn’t worry too much. I may still go and work out so that I am a smelly, sweaty mess, but I won’t worry about rejection as much. If I do face rejection I will come back tomorrow and say “I told you so.”

That’s really all I have for now. Keith has been sick and a whiny man for the past couple of days. I can’t say anything because I have a tendency to cry and stuff when I get sick. I just hate that he’s such a boy sometimes. He has this cough that sounds horrible. So he coughs, goes to the patio to smoke some more, then comes in and sticks his dirty boy hand in the ice to pour a Big Red. Then he leaves the big Red on the coffee table daring my cat to knock it over so we have matching Big Red stains on both sides of the table. So he dirties up the ice with his sweaty, cigarette holding, cough germ covered hands and then just leaves the drink that inspired that contamination in the first place sitting there. One time I pitched such a fit about the germs that he actually dumped out the ice tray so I’d shut up. Maybe I’m a germ nazi. I dunno. But I do feel better now that I’ve gotten those thoughts out of my head and onto my blog.