AH-lee-SHA, and the perplexity of honest blogging.

So, after knowing people for quite awhile, and getting along quite well it baffles me that they cannot pronounce my first name correctly. Machakkka, Muchado, Mac Huca; now that I can understand, though Alesha is common enough. The spelling, might be a little different, but HELLO it is phonetic. Each time I hear someone say AH-lish-AH, I cringe....but shake it off all the same. Eh, I'll cut them some slack for now, but anymore? I just might have to bust some caps.

Okay, on to the next topic for discussion (there's Froese's note taking for you, you're welcome.). The idea of complete honesty on online blogs perplexes me. Not that I'm lying to you, but I'm talking about SERIOUS stuff. Not the whole "I'm mad at the world", or "Look at my poetry". Then posting pages of emotional babble that makes even the most understanding people, want to throw you promptly into the nearest dumpster and pray that the garbage person (oh yes, I am so P.C.) can take you to the ONLY place you and your lovely "feel bad for me" poetry can be appreciated. But, actual problems that they're personally facing. Whether it be serious family problems, or the fact you don't feel special. (The latter is a hard, hard feeling.) Though I suppose that through a computer we can be ourselves, and don't have to put up a sheild..because the computer already is that barrier. Laying things out isn't as hard, nobody can really reject you---because they're the one who (in their spare time) actually has nothing better to do than to read about you. They're interested...

Blogging. Wow, has the world been changed.

Exciting things are happening. Which makes me excited, though it's not too hard to get me "giddy". Anyway, today I found out that one of my poems had been selected for the GPR, see..I told you! Exciting things!

Anyway, I wish I were a whole lot more interesting right now..though I can't say I am...but I was reminded of a certain poker party which Melissa and I hosted. I know it will happen again, actually it WILL happen again! This I know. :) While glancing at the picture a thought knocked and was polite, so I allowed it to come in. Adults try and tell you that smoking isn't the "cool" thing, but we all know it's a lie. In short: Melissa and I look like Bad A's. (You'd think that by smoking a cigar I'd be able to type out the whole "phrase".) I must admit, I'm still trying to work my way up to Fonzie level. This level, is one only few even embark, though I'm climbing the proverbial ladder, and as you can tell the cigars were evenly distributed...

Wow, you know I love Kansas...but with the conservative ideals...I can understand why some are notorious for the crazy things... ::cough:: Campbell Basement ::cough cough::

Geez, I need a cigar.

Mindly Madness!

Creating things, senarios, things that...URGH.

I'm lame, as is the imagination of a chick flick at times. Sometimes my mind reels, and the reels are those of the likes of such plotlines as: The Notebook, A Walk To Remember..and other such irritating movies that drive you to want to pull every hair out of your head, roll around in gasoline, and promptly light a match.

Lovely? Yes, that would be girlish thoughts for you.

The First one...

I've allowed myself to see the truth in Xanga, there are times in which you should end the false posts...

I was done writing to one specific person, and not allowing myself to...well be EXACTLY myself.

WARNING: Posts will be entirely outrageous, and....stupid.

Dare you?

Oh yes. You bite your thumb and DO, indeed dare.