Stream of consciousnesses writing and why I will never be the Pope

I feel like the Pope aspect is rather obvious, seeing as I am not male. Or Catholic, but honestly I feel like the not being male is a bigger deterrent and one that is more likely to change than me becoming Catholic. Although they do have awesome school uniforms... I am going to send my daughters to a Catholic school. In Japan. Because those are the two places with the best uniforms.

Yep. It's been decided.

Not like I am going to have children. But hey, at least they would have awesome memories.

Pope from Trinity Blood.

I have come to the realization that I am the worst long distance communicator ever. I have a friend who I have been mailing letters to for over a year and I have yet to get a reply. Which is cool, I am all down with her calling me and randomly saying things on FB. But my letters and e-mails also lack a certain quality that would inspire friends to write back. I basically spew information out on a page and let it go on it's merry little way. Not even stopping to edit. Though when writing letters it would be more difficult to edit since I write with a ball point pen and have no white-out or any other such mechanism.

My sister is not hooked on Leverage. I consider this a massive win. Since I absolutely adore the show. The Episodes are still interesting the second, and third, and fourth time around. Definitely a good show to invest in.

Anyway. What I was trying to say about my letters is that they are very stream of consciousness feeling. A lot like this blog, only less organized (I know, I didn't think that was possible either). Have you ever tried to reply to a highly unorganized, stream of consciousness e-mail. It's very difficult. I've been thinking about trying to actually compose something, like sitting down and thinking about what I am going to write, instead of just letting ideas and knowledge spew from my lips... or fingertips in this case (I stole that saying from a teacher. He's awesome). Although he isn't my teacher anymore. Which is super depressing. This whole adult thing sucks, and kind of rocks at the same time. I vacillate between thinking it's fantastic to be out of classes and wanting nothing more than to go back to school.

I've no idea what I actually want to do... which kind of sucks.

Check out my new pages on the blog. There only thing that has any writing yet is the Lolz Cats page. It's all my favs. They should be yours too.