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.

The stalkerazzi.

There he is again. Creeping. Like clockwork really. You expect him to pester you until you finally give up and stop caring. One night you pay no attention to him, yet he's still in the back of your mind. The next night? Girlfriend he's all up in your mind driving you over the border of cray cray. It's amazing how he can change mood instantly, too. From motivated to bothering you, then you get mad at him maybe ignore him and put up a front but then he showers you with attention, and you give him that attention RIGHT back.

Sometimes he keeps me up at night just to talk. Sometimes I need me time and push him out of the way to do things I care about...like blogging, sitting on tinder (obviously a priority....), etc. I give about zero shits and no hesitations when telling him he needs to shush and leave me alone. Like can I call the po-po on account of haunting me? At least a 50 feet restraining order, bucko.

I'm really great (especially the past six months or so) of being able to avoid him. It was rare that we communicated for I didn't need him in my life, I had other fish to be reeling in. Except the past week? I haven't been able to shake this stage 5 clinger OFF me. But maybe the problem also lies in that I too care about him.

He told me that the next week? All I need to care about is him. And this is why we don't date. I don't do visits from the ex patrol, the stalkerazzi,  or the dudes that need restraining orders well. I usually spend time I could potentially be spending with him (...If I ever answered his texts...AS IF) but instead I choose to:

Blog about him behind his back. Do you think I'm sorry? NAH.
Eat a lot.
Paint my nails at least ONCE every two days.
Beg my brother in the pouring rain to take pictures for my instagram/blog.
Sit on OKCUPID at 1AM #BUCKY.
Proceed to pick off nail polish due to anxiousness.
Reorganize my room but be too lazy to do laundry.
Drive around and waste all my gas because thats what happens when you have to drive absolutely EVERYWHERE.
Eat again because I'm hungry when writing this post.
Retail therapy and go to stores where you can get a purse for 9.99!! Cha ching.
Hum the theme song to full house, proud family, fresh prince, and sister sister.
Do my make up aimlessly because I can and feel good about myself~.
Facebook stalk my mom because its hilarious ya know moms on facebook.

Anything is better than spending time or being bothered by this loon. He's sort of like the annoying uncle you really cant stand but have to tolerate your WHOLE life because he's your uncle and he's just there. YA KNOW. I'm sorry but there is no way you don't have a man like this in your life.

Want to know his name? Shhhhh. ready?

F I N A L S.