Meet: The Daydreamer

I can never really shut up. It seems as if the part of my brain specifically designed to say, "HEY, shut up! You're embarrasing yourself!” fails to function or was never really there in the first place.

I feel as if that’s introduction enough, and suffice to say what I wanted to get through to all you (or lack thereof) wondering readers: which, blatantly put is:

My mind tends to wonder…A LOT.

I’m the type of girl that seemingly drifts off into space during Spanish class because she’s too busy daydreaming of how she will come to meet that one guy like Lord Blackmoore in The Season by Sarah McLean or all the male protagonists in all the Nora Roberts novels (YES, I have indeed read all of her books... sue me). Or I just blank off in an attempt to picture myself ruling the world, renewing our over-carbonized atmosphere, and making sure people like Hitler and Chavez never reproduce…
that last one may sound evil in its own twisted way, but, really, it would be for the greater common good.

Unfortunately, those images in my head are purely figments and hopes in my over-indulged imagination and will never come upon to my eager reality. So I have all these things to complain about such as:

- Why the reasoning behind my obsession with fictional guys and not those that actually exist is actually pretty standard

- How being nice for the barest hint of a second will undoubtedly leave you with a love-struck Asian following your every move

- Why Suzanne Collins should hurry the hell up and publish the third book in the Hunger Games, because if I don’t know what happens with Katniss soon, I’ll jump off a bridge and die…haha…joke… Suicidal, I am not.

- Why I should develop psychic powers so the next time someone decides they want to go ahead and steal my phone (BLACKBERRY, nonetheless), I can instantly know when they are going to do it and be like, “Hey YOU! Yes, YOU: the repulsive, sticky-fingered, immoral, depraved, idiotic, sorry excuse for a human being with the hideous haircut!” And then I'll resort to pummeling him with my shoe…Oh, If only.

Either way, I think enough’s said to be able to intelligently infer how it’s going to be like from now on.

Think of it as: Random Thoughts meets Blog Posts, in a revolution to unleash the Chaos that is my mind. God Knows I could never Control it.