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Am I easily confused, or am I confusing? I've been wondering this for the past few days, because I have realized that often, when talking to friends, we become confused. Quite easily. Either we confuse ourselves trying to explain something confusing, or we are confused by the confusion that comes from being ourselves and being easily confused. I confuse myself and others because-ahem-I enjoy imensely the fun of confusing people; especially Claire. (Sorry Claire, I speak not but the truth) The problem is I confuse myself in attempting to confuse other people, and therefore, confuse myself at a higher level, and what was supposed to make sense in a bizarre confusing way, is no longer a sane confusion at all, but an insane confusion, and I confuse myself in trying to make it sound sane, and therefore, I am confused in my attempt to confuse other people, and those who I was trying to confuse, have no idea what I'm talking about, which doesn't really bother me, because if they did it would defeat the whole purpose in confusing them, so my theory in confusing them techinically worked, the problem is I confused myself along with them.
Does any of this make any sense?
I'm so confused.

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Shh! A brilliant thought-coming-registering-Argh! That goober thought. It popped on me.
Oh well.
Lydia. Controller of the house and supreme dictator over all that happens (in her three year old perspective). A frequent answer from Lydia if someone asks her a to do something is "How 'bout you do it?"
She cut her hair yesterday. She broke the tradition though. Rather then chopping her bangs as the rest of the family toddlers who have taken on this task, she chopped off half the hair on the back of her head. It was so bad that when Mom took her to get it fixed, the stylist responded saying, "Oh my. What are we going to do?" So now Lydia has very short hair. She's cute as a bug's ear, and technically she's not supposed to know that, but she does. The stylist almost couldn't fix it at the top, Lyd had done such a number on it.

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Life shall be disturbingly lonesome, already is rather, for with Micah going to Gordon, he'll be more like an occasional shadow, an impression of a brother, as he fits in with his work schedule and squirrels away in halls of learning. Big sister Kendra, even though she has already graduated, will be taking a Spanish class at Georgia State soon. I like school, and get a lot from it, but wonder why one would wish to be held once again by the bonds of education when they have already graduated? I guess it's just the best way to learn. Really the main reason I have anything against school would be that which is already stated, its taking away of my older siblings, but little more.
I recently set to work on a poem about egg and cheese and sausage biscuits. Actually how sausage biscuits surpass egg and cheese buscuits. I showed it to Micah, but I don't think he was as impressed as I was with my results. That actually was a while back, but though I have since looked at it again, I see that it's hopeless. How many characteristics can you cram into cheese? Besides mushy, yellow, sometimes green if it's moldy, and other times sickeningly rich? Even though it is good in some food. Have you ever met a graceful piece of cheese?
I give up.

My topics of writing rebel.

Hi. Yup. I'm starting a blog. I am not a professional blogger (bloggess or bloggist, whatever people who do blogs are called) but I hope this will at least be acceptable. I started this blog, for one, because my best friend Claire started one. Her blog is awesome! Also cause it's nice to have a writing outlet where I can share things with other people. This blog is called thought bubble, cause I'll just be writing whatever I'm thinking about at the time.
Thought of the day:
I like popsicles. Especially Orange.

Profound, huh?