Forcefields, Creepy people, and the Mother.

With full writers block in force, as if I was the Incredibles fam, here I am. Lately, the lack of writing has shown and here I am just rambling.

I realized you can't promote your blog publicly unless you are okay with it because random boys creepy people will read it. Then again, my question is my life is lame, I blog about silly dates I go on, and how much I love tinder/peanut butter/ AND pizza lunchables...so really why are you going out of your way to read my blog, random creeper? That bored? G-d bless your little damn soul.
From this situation, I then realized my blog is my blog and yes I blog for me. I have nothing to hide, I just like keeping my blog private. With that being said, it's definitely my space but on the other side I need to realize that its a free country/world, and anyone can really have and find access to the sunshiney part of the inter web - it's not rocket science. 

Thus worrying about what to blog about has lead to a HXC (how I said hardcore in middle school) writers block. I have nothing to write about, no motivation to even want to write, and I'm just like blah an teensy bit when I think about opening my computer, checking emails, and then logging on to the beloved bliggity blogger world. With that being said, shield force has happened even before realizing I need to defend against the dark arts side. The end.

So obviously in other news, my feelings on the ending of How I Met Your Mother goes as follows:
1. I hated it. Can I say that? I thought season nine was outrageously dragged on with the wedding, and I just didn't expect it. Maybe that's why I hated it so much - because I planned for Ted (whom I am in love with) to be happily ever aftered with da mudda. Instead it's presented as the kids saying how they approve of their dad dating AUNT Robin...after talking about their mom who passed.

2. The wedding for EVERY episode was too much. I expected it to be legend wait for it dary. It was far from it.

3. I wish the mother was in the show more. Honestly, before I even watch the show I hated her because she creeped me out. Did you know she went to the same high school as me? So like, I'm famous by association. As I watched her character develop, she came in a close second to Lillypad.

4. Marshall and Lilly will never be overrated.