Who Are You and What Are You Doing in My Kitchen? Part III

Where am I? Where are you?
Well, long story short, we are on Earth, but anybody could tell you that. I'm going to tell you where you actually are...

So, science has deduced that we live in some random spot in the Universe, which is big. Really big. You just can't imagine how big it really is. It has in it, everything that has ever existed ever. Well, at least since the beginning of it. Who knows what was there, if anything, before the universe. But that's a different story. Our Universe, where "Earth" is, is, well, where "Earth" is. It's where everything is. If you want something, I can assure you you'll find it in the Universe. Any kind of matter, all the time, cats, everything! Including us. But, where exactly is the Universe? As far as I know, It's everywhere! It's so big, it takes up 93 billion light years in space. That's enormous. Don't even ask me how enormous that is, because I'm no astronomer, I'm a person. I just know that this makes everybody and everything extremely insignificant. It really makes everything quite pointless.

So, we live on Earth. Yes. And the Earth is somewhere in the universe. Yes. And the Universe takes up a space in Space that is nearly incomprehensible. Yes. So, where is Space? ...Yes?

Who Are You and What Are You Doing in My Kitchen? Part II

What am I doing here? What is my purpose?

Well, as far as I see it, there is no rhyme or reason to why anything is anything. We as a society accept things as they are, and forget about it. If the grass was orange instead of green, or cats evolved to be three feet tall, that's just they way it would be, and we would write a wikipedia page about it, and move on with our lives. So, whether or not you die happy, in some sexy accident, or just as miserable as the rest of the world has no affect on the future, the present, or the past; anything you, or anyone else does now won't change the outcome of anything. So, I ask again, What am I doing here? And the simple answer is Living. You are "alive", and just what are you supposed to do with your life? Whatever makes you happy.

Happiness feels good, and I bet that you would rather spend your life feeling good than feeling bad.

Who are you, and what are you doing in my kitchen? Part I

So, today I present you with this question: Who am I, what am I doing here, and just where am I anyway? Over the course of however many days, I'm going to try to answer this in three different parts, the best I can. So, to begin, Part One: Who am I?


Well, through out the course of my life, and I'm sure yours, time after time, I've been told that I am human. So, I guess I am a human, whatever that word means. I am much taller than a bug, and a lot shorter than a tree; I am driven by emotions rather than ration or logic, and I really like to talk to other things like me. I exist, or so it seems. I'm not sure why I am, or where I am for that matter, but as far as I can tell, other humans see and hear me, so I assume that I am a real.
I think. I can hear things without talking. These thoughts are real; they are happening as I think them. Sometimes I write them down. I can see things. I interpret and try to understand the things and other beings I see. I hear noises that everything makes; and everything makes noise. It's very noisy where ever I am.
I feel. I like to feel. I like to feel people touching me, and I like to touch everything; everything has it's own feeling, it's own warmth or cold. I can smell. Everything smells different. I remember smells quite well.
Remember: I can re-think of thoughts and sights and touches and smells and sounds. I remember a lot.

I do these things a lot. What does it mean?

I've discovered something Amazing!

There is this thing called mystery google, okay? And it's awesome.
Well, someone put their phone number up with a thing that's like "text me with your deepest secret" and I'm like "Hmm... that's a good idea, I'm going to steal it", so I did and I have had the most wonderful conversations with strangers from all over the place. It's just... fun.
Really fun.

That was a short post.

Love,
Emma

Today was a very sexy day.

A very sexy one indeed.

Not, like, sexy...

wait let me change it,

Today was a very marvellous day.

No, not even.

It was just good.

It was very good.

On the high end of good.

Anyway...

But yeah, it was a very sexy day.

Some of the sexy was weird and uncomfortable, but otherwise it was good.

I had a conversation with that guy.

You know who I'm talkin' about.

The one I talked about a while ago.

I... it sounds lame, but I could not stop smiling afterwords.

It was good.

But yeah, a real- though three sentence- conversation.

It's a start...

And then the other guy, from my dream a while back, he got pretty close to me.

In real life even.

Not in a dream.

I'm lame.

But it was good for me.

Still though...

In the middle of the day I just kind of deflated.

I got pretty depressed.

Not about anything, but you know that feeling.

'Twas just sad.

But I'm pretty good right now.

I can't wait until Cj calls me and I can tell her about my day.

She makes me happy.

Ha ha...

I want to have kinky sex in a shower somewhere.

That will be a goal of mine.

I will have to write that down with the others.

I'm going post my goals on here someday.

I think they are pretty good.

I would love someone else's opinion when I do.

(Large wink)

loveyougoodbye

Today was a busy day...

Well, not really.

It was actually rather boring.

I watched some movies, loitered, and played my clarinet.

Oh!

Also, I walked right into a love triangle.

Yeah, tell me about it.

It consists of me, and Best friend, and this guy.

Is this cliché or what?

I'm totally serious about it too.

I always thought this situation would be an easy one, but boy was I wrong.

More on this story as it develops.

Which won't be until at least Wednesday because I have Monday and Tuesday off.

Here is an interesting picture that I think describes my situation perfectly.

Maybe not...

Well, I've decided that I'm much too lazy to do anything good with my time, so I'm just going to do what I do.

This isn't going to be anything more than a diary of some sort, where I will spill all of the sexy crazy things that happen in my day to day life. Take for example what I did today.

I went to Barnes and Noble and got some really good books.

Then I got my hair cut, and went to Target.

What will I do next?

Here is another picture I quite enjoy.