facebook is bad

Ok now I understand that most people my age use such things to keep in touch with people they went to high school with etc. I've recently tried this (by this I mean being friends with more than like the 12 actual people I normally talk to in my life). I promise this is not good. I mean its kind of good in that I feel like I look better than some at or around my age, but its is terrible in that I haven't seen some of these people in like ten+ years. What I learned is they are old. And clearly I've deduced from this that I in turn am old. Beside the fact that clearly my body is falling apart I don't feel old. I don't feel like I look old, but these people who are my age and younger look kind of old. Are they really old, do they just look old, or is it mearly that they were very young when last I saw or heard from them. Oh this is less fun then one would have thought. I guess this is what you get for wondering what happened to people.

I feel so proud.

Sometimes as you may note I like to write about the things people google to land on my blog. Sometimes I've very confused, most times I'm more than a little concerned, but every now and then I'm happy about what brings readers to my blog. Recently I was reading what people searched to come up with this blog, and it turns out someone from England googled I hate cubs fans and came upon my blog. This makes me excited in more than one way. First off I'm plenty excited that my blog comes up when searching things like the hating of Cubs fans. More important that a person in England hates Cubs fans half a world away, and clearly hates them enough to google the hating of cubs fans. So I don't know who you are out there in England, but I would like to say thank you... Thank you very much for showing all the world that it is proper to hate Cubs fans no matter where you live. It really makes my world a much better place knowing that your out there.

My legs glow in the light

I know that you're probably thinking that I mean dark, but alas I do not. I mean when the sun shines on my white white legs the actually glow. You can ask the members of my family dark mother fuckers think its the funnest thing in the world. It doesn't make any damn sense to me. I remember my mom used to try to convince me that I used to tan when I was a kid, so if I just tried hard enough I would tan like the rest of them. Turns out this is not actually true, which I learned while living in a pool in TX when it was 110 degrees for three weeks I was in fact somewhat tan however they still laughed at me because I was not tan like they get tan. Don't get me wrong they are not scary gross tan people. Its just that my mom is Italian so they all have a olive skin tone which my skin is completely without. Except of course the Irish polish father of mine who looks like he's native american in skin color. It just doesn't make sense. The funny part is I really don't care too much that I'm super light in color. I literally can't stand laying out in the sun, its all hot and boring and there is just no point in being hot and bored. I just don't know why my skin glows in the light. Its really just very weird.