I think in food

You know the worst part of double stuff Oreos? when you bite into them, and the creme just goes everywhere.  They're almost too full, ya know? Like the tiniest bit of pressure, and they lose their insides all over your hand.  I think that's kind of how I am some times I suppose.  Someone puts the smallest bit of pressure on me, and all of the sudden I start spilling all my problems onto the people around me.  And since no one actually likes the cookie part of Oreos, they just get thrown in the trash (where they belong) because without the creme, they taste gross.  Not sure where I'm going with this metaphor anymore, oh well...
I kind of like how this has been going, these past three days of blog writing.  I know it hasn't been that long, but I think it's working out okay.  I like the idea that I'm talking to myself, while talking to complete strangers.  I like thinking that someone is waiting by their laptop to read what I've been thinking all day.  It makes me feel like the influence I have is bigger than the people I see on a regular basis.
I've decided to write this post a little earlier in the day than I usually do for two reasons.  It's New Year's Eve, and I know that this afternoon is likely the only opportunity I'll have to actually sit down and write something with any value whatsoever.  But also because if I wait until I get home from celebrating New Year's at my grandparents, it'll technically be tomorrow for one, and because I'll have one of my friends with me, and even though I don't see her often, I'd still rather keep this blog a secret from her.
I am definitely going to get my crunch wrap today.  I'm determined to.  But that won't be until I go to pick my friend up later this afternoon.  I'll keep you guys posted.  Until tomorrow- adios.

I got some pineapple- still awaiting the crunch wrap

So I guess this is a thing now, me writing this blog.  See I wasn't really sure about it, I tend to start a lot of things and not finish them.  I did finally get some pineapple today though.  That was especially exciting because it was a very tasty pineapple.  But I guess that's not that important, because even if I was the best writer in the world and could describe with the most vivid of details, you still wouldn't be able to grasp the concept of how delicious this pineapple was without actually tasting it for yourself.
Hmmmmm so what else is new from yesterday...
Nothing, really.  I went to work today, same as yesterday.  I made some after-Christmas returns with mom, and then I came home and made myself a sandwich.  Sorry, my life is pretty epically boring. I am kinda hungry right now though.  But I'm trying to get this blog post done before I do eat something, because I'm trying the best I can to hide this blog from my family and friends.  I know, without them to read this, it'll probably sit on the internet, to be read only by me, when I think of it in passing after 10 years of nothing.  But I don't really care.  This blog is for me, and its a place for me to write, and maybe believe that there's something that I can do alright.
I've been told that I'm a good writer, by friends that I had, and by my therapist but whatever those people are supposed to be nice to me.
I still really want that damn crunch wrap.  Maybe I'll go get it, but I'm feeling really lazy right now.  It might just have to wait another day.  I can't even make myself happy, how can I make other people happy. GLOB I don't know whats wrong with me, but I guess I don't really care all that much.  I think there's Caesar salad stuff in the fridge, I guess I'll eat that for my 9 o'clock dinner.  And we better have ice cream in the freezer, or I'm gonna have to fight one of these kiddos.  Until tomorrow then. The End?
Edit- WOAH 6 views on the last one I feel so fancy

Why I decided to write a blog

Idk.  I keep annoying the few friends that I do have so I decided to write down what I was thinking instead of telling it to an actual living, breathing human.  Then I tried to write in a journal, but I don't have my life together at all, so I kept losing those.  So here we are, I guess.  I'm writing this, and since I'm writing this as if someone else is gonna read it (lol) so if that actually ever does happen, you must either be bored out of your mind, you stumbled upon this accidentally, or you're some sort of stalker who searched out this blog to read about all the secrets of my life, in which case you're about to be sorely disappointed by the lack of action that happens here.  Wow that was a run on sentence. Too bad I'm not gonna go fix it.
I guess I'm the most extraordinary type of ordinary person, if that makes any sense.  I've always thought it was funny how extraordinary is spelled extra-ordinary.  It's supposed to mean that you're a special individual, while it's cruelly spelled to make you seem more like everybody else.  You're less special than you thought.  You're EXACTLY like everyone around you, and you have nothing to offer the world, actually.  That turned dark really fast, sorry.  But I guess that's kinda how my brain's been going today.
It's kind of almost the middle of the night and I really just want some pineapple and a taco bell crunch wrap.  That's where I got the name of this blog.  But I'm so serious though.  Since my friends are mad at me for wanting to hang out with them, and I'm still cat-less, I have to eat my feelings like all the other depressed teenagers.  How did I end up here?? I find myself asking that all the time.  I never ever would've guessed that I would find myself here, but alas dreams are different from reality I guess.
I say that a lot.  "I guess."  It's probably because I'm trying to be opinionated, whilst remaining neutral, but it just makes me sound wishy-washy.  And there I go again with "probably." Maybe that's why I'm spending another night sitting in my kitchen with my parents.  I'd really love it if I could figure out where I was going with this.  This blog post, this blog in general, and my life overall really.  I feel like I've jumped around so much in this one post, so if you're still reading (or at least pretending to) then I applaud you for your effort bud.  You tried real hard, and no ones even gonna know about it except for you.  Doesn't that make you feel like a special little snowflake? Don't answer that I'm not even sure why I even said that, but I've written too much to go and backspace it now.  Oh well.  I should stop writing before I say too much, or lose the one reader I might get if I'm lucky, so I guess this is it for the day.
But maybe it's  not.  It should be.  But I can't even stick to my own rules, clearly.  I always told myself that my life was my own, but now I guess it's public domain.  But whatever, maybe somebody will learn some sort of life lesson from this or something, and maybe it'll be me.  And now its too late for me to get my crunch wrap, and we have no pineapple, so I guess I'll go to bed, and try again tomorrow.  But at least I made it to the middle of the night.  Now, to figure out how to end a blog post...
I've never been good at goodbyes, but I guess this is the end. Ugh I hate that, but it'll have to work for now.   K bye.