On a roll

I was actually struggling for a topic to talk about today, but now I have so many running though my mind. But if I spill all my thoughts out now, I probably won't have anything to talk about later. As some people can tell you, I am not a big conversationalist. ahem

So today, I am just going to explain why I picked this blog to be named "This is just my face". I was out with a friend and we met some new people at a bar, and after awhile one of guys we had just met said, " is your friend okay, she looks bored and angry." My friend replies, "oh no she is fine, that is just her face."  It was funny as hell, because it is true. So now whenever anyone makes a comment about my facial expressions or ask me what is wrong, I just simply reply, "this is just my face". It is now my calling card, which is way better than it was before, "I hate my life". But that was always a joke, please don't take it literally!

My face has this "female dog" look on my face. Especially when I am out with my girlfriend. I like to call it my "protective face" or "I am not putting up with your drama so don't even think about walking over" face. Since this is my face, I am extremely hard to heard, if I don't know tell you what is going on, then people around me are pretty much lost. I find it mysterious and puzzling, a puzzle worth cracking! Yes, I can be cheesy and dorky. Whole package right here!

Day One Attempt

It has been years since I have written anything as a hobby. This blog is needed for school, but I am hoping to keep it up afterwards. This page is my new best friend. No judgment, no criticism and especially no interrupting while I am trying to get something off my chest.

So I am welcoming any and all viewers and place a fair warning that I am an extremely honest and blunt person who is still learning to think before I talk.

My everyday life is pretty unpredictable. Due to the economy, I am living back at home. Which one would think would  be an easy ride, but not in my house. My father is a retired Army major with PTSD who is now an alcoholic and in bad physical shape. My mother is disabled also, but mentally. She suffers from manic depressive bi polar, among a few other illnesses. She seems to find a new problem she is suffering with on the Internet every other week though. =)

Today's activities, lots of school work. I was slacking earlier this week so now it is all piled on. Going to be staying the weekend at a specials person's place and have a night out on the town, hopefully. My father's activities today seems to be war movies, so I am staying clear from that room. He can ramble on and on about what is the "right and wrong" way with the scenes of the movies. Mother is being a good sport and watching them with him. It is the cutest thing, she is completely mesmerized by him.

Well back to school work, so I have no worries. Next time!