Same as my first blog. (yes I had to add a period at the end of that title.)

It is ten thirty despite what the posting time might say because the time zone is not set correctly. I am actually too tired to go to bed. Well actually I'm too tired to get in the shower so that I can go to bed. It's strange for me to be saying that I'm tired at ten thirty. If I can help it I usually like staying up till three or four in the morning. I love night time. It's the best time there is. My love of night time is caused mostly by the stars because I love stars more than night time but it is also caused by the fact that I am easily distracted and the best time for less distractions is when everyone else is asleep. I like things to be quiet most the time (although my version of quiet usually includes loud music of some kind though I don't really count music as noise because it's more of a peaceful or thoughtful kind of a noise instead of a disrupting one). I like being alone most the time as well (though if you read my second post you will see that I am alone even when I am with other people, (well maybe), (if you infer a little)). It bothers me more when I am alone and surrounded by people than it does when I'm just by myself. Society sees being alone as a bad thing so I feel like I'm doing something wrong when I'm alone with other people. When it's just me I don't have to care. (I know, for a nonconformist I sure care a lot about what other people think. It's just part of my nature. My nonconformity is a way of trying to force myself away from caring what people think). I like not caring, whenever it's possible for me not to care.

I lost my train of thought (not that my train didn't already fall way off the track). Tomorrow is homecoming and I'm not going. I didn't get asked as usual and as expected. One of my friends for about a billion and a half years is going with her ex boyfriend. It kind of drives me crazy the way that she has no self respect. She's gone through so many boyfriends and she doesn't even realize what she's doing. She could be a great person if she'd just realize she doesn't need a boy to hold her up. Not that I'm completely innocent considering that my lonliness has caused a large fraction of my depression but I think she's better than that to be honest. She's a brilliant person when she wakes herself up and realizes it. Oh well, the drama will pass (knock on wood). I really better get in the shower now before I A. bore you to tears and B. fall asleep at the computer desk. Have fun reading this random post. Hope it makes some sort of sense because I'm too tired to go back through and look for errors. Remember that tolerance is the key to humanity.