I made wine out of raisins so I wouldn't have to wait for it to age.

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Pardon me, that was me cracking my rusty, unmotivated knuckles. I'm slackin' off the job here. And I don't even know what to say now.

This semester has already been a rough one, friends. The lives of me, and the lives of others, and yeah, I do have multiple lives. Or is that personalities?

Despite my rough-n-tough facade that I've earned growing up around older brothers, I do take in the fact that I'm a nice person. And for everyone who keeps warning me not to let people take advantage of that, screw you, I'm a big girl now.

So dear friends, when you've got a problem, who you gonna call? Karen Cockman. I mean rum. I need rum.

And it's onnnnly Monday.

But back to that, really, as long as you aren't doing it out of some manipulation, don't feel bad about taking up my time, 'cause I'll sleep when I'm dead, which might be soon at this rate. Don't think twice about it. Because I'm kind of shitty at life, and I don't know where I'm headed, and I know I've got all this wasted...potential? But the one thing I'm really, really good at is being there.

Dear friends who've had a rougher week than I: don't you forget that. And don't apologize. Allow me to do you a favor in the only way I can.

You know. I'm not good at anything. No, really. I can't seem to do anything my age can: ride a bike (though let me tell you I came dangerously close today), play poker, kick ass at video games, dance, be extraverted, be passionate, remember something for the life of me, give better examples...but I can listen.

Let's have happy self-esteem time and think of what we're good at, Karen:

1. listening

2. procrastinating

3. being awkward

4. being self-deprecating

5. being apathetic 

...I don't think that worked.

Anywho, I can't remember the last time I did one of these. I guess it was almost Valentine's Day. I took myself out to a fancy dinner and bought a fancy camera, in case you were wondering. You should be, or you wouldn't still be reading.

I'm sorry I have nothing enlightening to say, unless you just want me to reiterate a point I've probably made a dozen times in this blog already.

COMMUNICATION.

I see it everywhere, this lack of said communication. And texting is the worst. We need communication because we're dumb. We're dumb because we think we're smart. We think we're smart because we think we can read in between the lines. The joke's on us though. We can't.

My own best friend and I probably get into 90% of our arguments because we misunderstood one another. 

I'm guilty of it too, that's why I sign this blog off as The Hypocrite. I get mad at people all the time and don't talk about it, simply because I don't believe you should have to fight over everything that strikes a nerve.

Then again, some things are obvious, but I'm an asshole for assuming that.

It's looking like another quiet, procrastinating kind of night, kiddos. Looking to my right at a disappointing movie shelf, I don't think I'll be cleaning my bedroom tonight.