The Day I Can Become A Blogger

No matter how many times I could try to blog, I just end up failing. It's hard writing these things. You focus so much on what to write when in truth, it's real simple. All you do is write your thoughts, or what happens in your day. Funny, nothing happens in my day. More of a reason to be a blogger I suppose.

Well, this is a good time to introduce myself then. I am a Zoe. What I do is dream. Lucid. Raw. Gory. Normal. Wishful. I am not the center of the universe. In fact I'm the very opposite. I'm the speck you see when the sun shines over flying dust. We are all those specks.

It's frustrating being a speck.

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I'm the sane lunatic that you should fear in your dreams. The normal human that sits and dreams. The couch potato. Your average Jane Doe gone bad. In truth, I have nothing to write about. Yet I type and type. This forms into a nothing. Does this make any sense? No. See? I am a Zoe.

My goal at this very moment is to be able to talk to the cute red head that roams the empty halls of my library, as he monitors and monitors...and monitors. Or if not him then a secret selected other. Ha, secret...

So, that makes me normal, right? I want love and affection like any other. But at the moment, I want a simple conversation without looking like the spastic nerd I stereotype myself to be.

But what else do I have to say about my character? Honestly, I'm one of those persons that is still trying to go through the supposed "self discovery" then again, so is every schmuck in the universe.

Fact: "schmuck" can be recognized as "penis" in Yiddish. In a way, its' pretty accurate; people tend to be major penises sometimes. Or most of the time.

I leave you with that. It's a blog. You all will evidently learn all there is to learn. That is if my "doing nothings" don't keep me too busy...

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