Two blogs for the price of one

Surprise, surprise. Another post, of course, this is only due to the fact that I probably will stop blogging in a week or so forgetting that I have a blogging account...

I seem to be an utter contradiction, I prefer both extremes when it comes to pretty much everything. I've passed obsession when it comes to Marilyn Manson, actually I think I'm at a point where I have raging passions for that man, but I'm watching his decline due to his lecherous "fiancee". I use the word fiancee with reluctance as I don't expect the relationship to be anything but vapid and self-serving (at least on the part of Evan). As well I'm a balletomane (yes I'm completely dorky enough to know the word for a ballet enthusiast).

When it comes to music I listen to almost everything excluding rap because I don't consider it music, my opinion only. Clothing wise I adore elegantly styled outfits and yet I also love girlish items with an abundance of ruffles, lacing, and bows. On the subject of bows, they should never be at the center of the front of a dress, it should be considered sinful bow placement.

The only thing that is exempt from my contradictory nature is temperature. I can neither stand it being too hot nor too cold. My body doesn't adapt well to either. Even after enduring 11 years of bipolar Canadian weather... The body can only adapt so well.

That's all for now.

Well...

I'm not entirely sure what the point of my making a blog is? I, also, doubt anyone shall read this. So this will just consist of my odd rambling. Not in the least bit interesting... at least I should think not. Take it as you will, but seeing as I'm probably talking to myself, let's just hope my lunacy does not manifest further.

Anyhow, to start I'm having a fairly decent day. Went to School, went to the mall during spare, my friend lost her wallet, went home, went to dance, picked up shampoo, came home and ate. Not very exciting but I prefer it over having anxiety attacks, like the other day in biology. Where, I literally burst into tears and the thing is it wasn't terribly awful. It was awkward having my friends try to calm me down. This perhaps is a moment I should try to forget entirely. Apparently, I'm suddenly a woman now because I cried, at least that's what my stereotyping male friend said. Anxiety crying, however, should not be confused with actual crying.