Happy Bloggiversary to Moi!

It has officially been a year since I have created this very blog, and posted for the very first time. I see this as a major milestone for me, and I thought it would be nice to go back and revisit my first month of blogging, the very beginning of a blogging era for me.
My journey with the written word over the past year has taken me far, starting out with a Blog about Vlogs, and going on to everything from mascara that vibrates, to venting out frustrations, my Nana not respecting my privacy, electronics hating me (and yes that's so true), people being illiterate and not writing letters anymore, news casters acting just like each other, idiotic people who think sanding my skin will help get rid of unwanted hair, to the makers of Harry Potter killing Fleur, and finally haunted records finding a dead mom's son. And all this in my first month of being a blogger-extraordinaire. I have learned so much in this past year, and I feel blessed to know that my writing skills have grown since I started this blog. Since I graduated high school and got my very own laptop, and got talked into making a blog account by my big brother. And not only have I learned how to write better, to express my feelings through words alone and live my greatest dream, but I have also gained responsibility, and confidence enough to not only share my thoughts but to also create another blog to share my heart, my soul, my stories. Which to me seemed an impossible feat before this blog.
I have grown. I am no longer just a young girl who likes to read and write, I am now a young woman who loves and appreciates everything about the written word and aspires to become a published author. I am not afraid. I have acknowledged some of my greatest fears and insecurities (the ones that prevented me from sharing my work for fear that I would be criticized), and I have overcome them. I am a bigger person. And, I am no longer electronically impaired. Well, okay, I'll admit that I'm still electronically impaired for the most part, but I've branched out and learned everything about blogs, and have even become a Facebooker. Whereas before I couldn't even type without hunting-and-pecking.
And now, after a years worth of blogging, I continue on, venting my thoughts and learning more and more as I go. And hey, maybe some day (sooner rather than later, I hope) I'll come to this blog and post about my first published book. So until then, I wish a very Happy Blogging to all (if any) of the people who have followed me from the beginning! I hope to never cease the paranoid rant that is this blog.

Au revoir!

-Miss Eccentric.
P.S. I wanted to make this Bloggiversary tribute a lot longer, but I said everything I needed to, and I didn't want to rant on and on boringly.

Mushy-deep-thoughty-thought-train-of-thoughts...

I don't know what got us on this subject, but today my parents and I were out in the back yard, in our bathing suits just chilling after a hot day, and we all got to thinking. Now, when we think like we were today, things can get a bit confusing and deep. You see, we were thinking and discussing what happens after you die. You know, one of the big questions in life and beyond. And this particular question has been asked so many times over the years that of course this train of thought is not very original, and we've even talked about this a few times in the past, but sometimes things like this just get stuck in our minds and we need to air it out. So anyway, one of the big questions we discussed was what happens to your husband/wife when they die? When we (and by "we" I mean humans in general since I've obviously never been married myself) take our vows to get married, we say "till death do we part". Does that mean that when you die, and you happen to make it to heaven, God gives you someone else to love while you're "up there"? Or if your spouse dies first, and you get remarried down on earth, what happens when you and that new spouse die and go to heaven? Do you get to stay with your old spouse, or the new one? Or since you're all dead, does that mean you're single, because death did you part? Do you have to choose between spouses? Because that would be insanely hard. But the Bible says that there will be no reason to be sad or upset, so obviously you won't have to go through heartache trying to decide. Which brings us back to: Do you get the first person you married, or the last person you married? Which love, if any, do you spend eternity with?
These are some very good questions, I think, and there are most likely a lot of answers for these questions, depending on your beliefs. I personally think that there are many great loves out there for each of us, but there is only one "soul mate" per person. Only one person that you are meant to spend eternity with. And if you don't meet that person on earth, you get to spend that eternity with that person when you die. And yeah, I know this is getting a bit on the mushy-deep-thoughty-thought-train-of-thoughts side of things, but hey. I can't help but sound a bit deep sometimes. I have a serious side, ya know. But, of course, my silly paranoid-rant side tends to come out more, which I have proven by writing "mushy-deep-thoughty-thought-train-of-thoughts" as a sentence. But whatever.
Anyway, I guess what I'm trying to say is that there are so many things out there that I would love the answer to, but I guess I'll have to wait till I get old (hopefully) and die to get those answers. And maybe I'm okay with that. Maybe a little mystery in our lives adds excitement, because if you think about it, if we knew everything now, there would be no room for error. No room for excitement, or learning, or anything else that makes us human. We would no longer have a child-like fascination with anything, because we would know exactly how and why things do the things they do. If that even makes any sense. It does in my head, at least.

Just something to attempt to try to wrap your head around (and yes, that was a bit redundant)! Keeps us intelligent when we use our brains to actually think about things, ya know.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

Stuck in my own thoughtful thoughts...

Okay, so I was just ranting my thoughts on my Facebook page a moment ago, and for some reason, I caught myself ranting on and on about being thoughtful. But as I explained in a very crazy-woman-rant kind of way on my Facebook, not the kind of thoughtful that means I care about something, or I did something nice for someone, but more like the evil-genius-thinking-up-a-diabolical-plan-to-rule-the-world, kind of thoughtful. Well anyway, I was saying on my Status that earlier today, when I was standing next to my mum, I felt shorter than usual. Which is strange, given the fact that there is no way I could have shrunk over night. Which got me thinking how strange the human brain can be...I mean, one moment you feel normal, and the next, you perceive yourself as shorter, or taller, or whatever else. Yet you know that there is no way you changed so dramatically in one night, so why would you feel as if you had? My theory is that our brains play these tricks on us as a way of telling us, "oh, I know you haven't noticed because you live with me every day, but I've been changing through the years!" And then one day you wake up and you realize that your brain is right, that you have changed and simply haven't noticed because you see and feel yourself all day every day. Like, if you meet up with an old friend, and they say something along the lines of, "wow, you've changed so much!", and you can't figure out why they would think that, because you feel the same as you always did. When in reality, you've been changing and growing gradually through the years nonstop. Yet, even though I know all this, I can't help but asking myself: Has the process of shrinking as you get older already begun when technically, I should have more growing to do? I mean, what else would explain the feeling that I'm shorter than usual? Perhaps my mum just so happened to be standing straighter than usual, or perhaps I had a bad night's sleep and was slouching a bit more than usual, although both are unlikely because first, I stood real straight to make sure it wasn't that, and second, my mum always stands normally. Neither of us have ever really been slouchers. So what is it then? Whatever it is, it's quite strange indeed...

Moving on...Don't mind me, when I'm in thoughtful moods like this I tend to analyze and question everything. It's as if I get stuck in my own thoughts, and they can't help but think of strange things like feeling shorter when I know I'm not and then ranting on and on about it when I know I sound like a madwoman from a crazy-bin but really if you think about it I can't help but rant like this because I am a bit crazy at times and it's just in my nature to lock myself in my own strange thoughts sometimes and really confuse the people around me because I sit there staring off into space for a while and then all the sudden come out and say something completely random like "I feel kind of shorter today than I did yesterday" and then go on and compare my thoughtfulness to the inner workings of an evil genius who is thinking up a diabolical plan to rule the world and then clarify that my thoughtfulness is indeed not in the slightest like caring about something or doing something nice for someone when they didn't ask but instead more like the inner workings of an evil genius who is thinking up a diabolical plan to rule the world and then repeating myself just to get the point across or maybe just because I can and I somehow think it's amusing to act crazy and rant on and on about nothing in particular except for my own crazy thoughts in which I think thoughtful things that are not thoughtful but evil thoughts of taking over the world and oops I've already said that a whole lot but hey at least I said it slightly differently than last time and ooh look at the time I've been sitting here ranting for too long I should stop this before I sound too crazy and annoying but I don't know how to stop this oh my God I can't stop this is getting ridiculous but boy am I typing fast right now this reminds me of the episode of House when Dr. House thought that Wilson was taking antidepressants and he wanted to prove it so he slipped some speed in his coffee and then Wilson was so hyper he couldn't even put his gloves on to examine a patient and then when he confronted House he asked him for one of his Vicodin 's because he thought his heart was going to explode otherwise and oh great here I am still ranting I'm not even using periods or comma's holy crap I can't stop this is not good someone stop me hey this reminds me of a blog I did a while ago where I was ranting sort of like this and I got going like this and I couldn't stop like this and wow I'm saying like this a lot and anyway I said I wouldn't ever be able to stop unless I went cold turkey so maybe I should just-



(Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric)