My Angsty, Self-Discovery Blog

Fun blogs have been few and far between. Hopefully I haven't shed a fun part of my DNA. Hopefully not. Oh well.
Why must we take ourselves so seriously. I wish to make no examples or personal references. So I guess this will have to be a self assessed test. Why do you take yourself so seriously. Just because I couldn't come to your birthday party doesn't mean that shirt you wore totally clashed with my shoes. (even though it did).
Just because I stopped doing this unnamed activity with you doesn't mean that I hate everything we ever did and stood for when doing it.
That's as deep as I can go into those waters without becoming personal.
I have found that math is the key to my plot. All I have to do is sit down at late hours with a mound of math in front of my and I feel this tiny flame turn on and my literary juices start to heat up and though it's not quite fully formed yet, I feel tiny connections begin to collect inside of my plot cell walls like bubbles clinging to the side of a pan. And before you know it my mind is filled with a rolling boil and I haven't gotten any math done but I have filled up a whole note book filled with plot.
Which brings me to notebooks. I like to be Eco friendly. Not because I feel if I don't buy shoes which are made out of something out of a koala the earth will be in tumult. But why not be as Eco friendly as possible. If I were huge and round and in places covered in water, wouldn't I want to be friendly to the tiny things crawling all over my body?... Ok. Maybe not.
Anyway! One dark and stormy night, I was in need of a note book so I shimmied my way on over to Staples and looked for first, bound paper without a spirally ring down the spine (which is quite painful if you are left handed, second, no stupid subject dividers (which I simply don't like), and third, Eco chic if possible. So I found a note book with considerable chic and pizazz and also Eco friendly, but upon further inspection I found no proof that it was actually recycled. At first I thought it was a gimmick. But upon further further inspection, I found out that it was actually bagasse paper. No I did not just go there. I did however go to a sugarcane processing institution, gather fiber wasted in the process, and make it into an environmentally friendly notebook.
How's that for an Absolut world?