Don't I wish

So apparently, Google has this new thingy-ma-bobber where you can "monetize" your blog by adding advertisements. I think that really only works if your blog gets more traffic than one person a day and that person wasn't yourself. What a sweet gig. Getting paid from advertisements from your own blog where you muse about trivial things and spend countless hours preening for the spell check. Sigh. Life is complete.

Speaking of Life being complete, I feel like making a list. Lists make me happy. Especially making lists about things that make me happy. I've done that before, so I won't do it again. At least not right now. Instead I'd rather.... think about....

Hey, you know I just realized that I was writing a post on the wrong blog. As in, my old one that I've closed down. Ha-Ha that's so funny... only I'm not amused.

I'm surrounded by books all day and they're beginning to lose their luster. Remember when just entering a used bookstore was like shooting up crack? Oh the thrill, the high. It was unparalleled. But now, I think I'm moving on. Occasionally, I'll come across a new book or a book I haven't seen and be like, wow.... that's neat-o. And sadly, it's usually a book with lots of pictures in it. I'm losing touch with the belles lettres.... With my slowly fading intellect (if I really had one).

Jeopardy is only exciting when they do teen challenge. Then I know all the answers. I'm forgetting how to spell words (damn spell check! I curse you with one breath and I swear allegiance to you with the other!). Heck, I'm forgetting how to pronounce words. Well, I never really knew that. I'd read so many words that I never use in every-day language, that when I go to say them, I sound like a fool.

Maybe it's time for me to man up and go back to school. I'd love to get another bachelor's degree. But that would be plain stupid. A waste of time and money. Who get's two bachelor's (at different points in time, mind you. There is nothing wrong with dual majors)? Anyway, I'd have to get a (gasp) Master's degree.... oh, it'd be so hard! I hate hard school work! I like it when it's fun and easy and I get to talk a lot and use lots of pictures. All of this incessant writing (in a scholarly tone) gets old and it makes me want to rebel. And start a blog. Ha. A place where slang is the lingua franca and no one has to have an education to get paid for viewership. It could be like your own newspaper. Minus the news and tree-killing.

So, I'm done now. I'm tired and I'm going to bed. Chase is proud of me for writing on my blog again. My initial reaction to that was "that's dumb." I don't know why. Maybe because I'm tired and therefore cranky and when I'm tired and therefore cranky, I also get irrational.

P.S. I'd love to have an editior to tell me all the nerdy stuff I'm doing wrong in my writing. Like sentence fragment, verb-tense agreement not really agreeing, run-on sentences, syntax, and other more nerdy things that I am not even aware about. I never do like the technical side of things. I'm all about the earthy-au natural style.

Ameila Bedelia is my role model.