Life can be fun, even when we don't realize it.

We come across many little things in life that may seem small, but in reality are more enjoyable than many of the bigger things you might run across. Some of these things may even seem boring to some people, but quite the opposite to yourself. Here's a few of the small yet exceptionally enjoyable things that I love about life:

1. Waking up in the morning to my cat purring so hard he practically vibrates off my bed.

2. Finding my favorite flavor of Jelly Belly in a big jar next to all the flavors I don't like.

3. The smell of Vicks VapoRub. I mean really, that's just about the best smell in the world.

4. Breakfast for dinner (I know that's a bit redundant, 'cause I've blogged about that particular pleasure before, but it deserves to be in this list).

5. Dancing without a care to my favorite song.

6. Going out to the beach to get wet, and coming home to get wet again in the shower.

7. Watching my cat spazz when I drag his toy across the grass.

8. Sitting outback (or anywhere for that matter) with family and/or friends telling jokes.

9. Playing fetch with my old dog (before she passed...).

10. Laughing with my Best Bud, for no apparent reason at all. Just because we can, I guess.

11. Huddling in the bathroom heater with my Mum on a cold winter's night.

12. Kitty-lip kisses. I mean really, how cute are their fluffy little lips? So cute you want to bite them but you settle for kissing them instead, that's how cute.

13. Enjoying a nice cup of tea on a cool day.

14. The sound of a can popping when you open it.

15. Taking a nice long, hot shower after a hard day's work.

16. Finishing something. A story, a book, a job, a painting, anything. I just love a job well done.

17. Starting something (see above "somethings"). Nothing like a fresh start to get me excited.

18. Peanut butter. If I were allergic to peanuts, I would die (he he, I made a funny!).

19. Hand writing letters to loved ones using a quill and ink. Nothing else could be so personal for your friend/family member on their birthday and/or holiday.

20. Painting a room and getting it all over myself (which I do. It even gets in my hair, yet strangely enough I love it).

21. Coming home with my mum to find that the boys have fed themselves and Nana, and cleaned up after themselves as well.

22. Painting. I love the tranquility of it, and even the smell of fresh paint relaxes me.

23. Curling up in bed with a good book.

24 Writing. Anything really, it's all about my fingers flying on my keyboard, and my imagination flying high in the sky somewhere.

25. Watching someone laugh, cry or gasp in general amazement at my stories. I think that's just about the only thing better than the actual "writing" part of my stories: Someone enjoying the finished product.

I guess what I'm trying to say here in this blog, is that there are so many little things in life like the things listed above, yet not many people these days seem to really stop to enjoy such things. They take the little things for granted, not even noticing them because they're in such a rush to get through life. When in reality, we should all take a pause in our busy schedules just to enjoy the moment. Because these small little moments in life pass us by too fast, and if we don't enjoy them while they're still happening, they'll just fly by and we'll miss them. So take a moment, and try to think of some of the little things you like, and do one of them. It doesn't have to be a chore to have a little fun. Your little-thing could be something as little as a good cup of coffee in the morning before work, or (like my dad) a nice cigar in the afternoon, or a few minutes of reading before bed, or even just a whiff of your favorite smell.
So stop to smell the roses once in a while, dammit!!! Or I'll get you!!!
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

Pokemon is addicting!!!

And I'm not kidding. Now, I realize that I should not be saying so anywhere that the public has access to, but for all the nerds out there who still like Pokemon, I shall type out to the world, I STILL LOVE POKEMON, AND I ALWAYS BUY ALL THE NEW GAMES!!! Embarrassment aside, let's move on to the point of this blog: Pokemon is addicting. The day that the new Pokemon games came out (Soul Silver and Heart Gold) my mum and I went and picked them up. I got Heart Gold version, and my mum got Soul Silver. I have been playing mine whenever I have free time since then, and I can't seem to put the damn thing down. And this isn't even the first time this has happened, either. Through the years, starting with the very first Pokemon games such as Blue version, Yellow, and Red, we have bought each and every new game released, playing it well after beating the Pokemon League (or the Elite Four as they call them), and trading each other Pokemon for our Pokedex's and whatnot. It has gotten so bad that I actually have been neglecting reading, and writing. I mean, I don't play all day, that's for sure, because I have a lot of other things to do (I do have a life, ya know), but whenever I find that there's a lull in my day, and I have nothing better to do at that moment (except read or write, dammit), I run to my DS and start a-playin'. I can't help it, I just have to play that damn game as much as possible. My mum and I have even come up with a code for this addiction of ours. We call it the "Pokebreak" (uses: "Hey Mum, want to go take a Pokebreak?" "I think it's Pokebreak time!" "Leave me alone, I'm taking my Pokebreak!!!"). It's pathetic, I know...But the worst thing about this particular Pokemon game, is that there's a mini game inside the game, that is so damn addicting that I even agreed to get a certain amount of points in it for both my mum and my bro. It's called the Coin Game, and you can find it in the Game Corner in Goldenrod city (yes, I know the exact location without looking at my DS. What of it?). My dad took a look at it and he said that it was basically a Pokemon version of Mines, using Voltorb's as the mines. And I'm good at it, too. I can guess where all the points are, and so far I've even made it to level six, which neither my mum or bro have made it to yet (my mum catches on pretty quickly, so she'll figure it out, but my bro hasn't even gotten past level one, and he hates strategy games like that so he's just making me do it all for him).
I swear Nintendo does this crap to us on purpose. They put a mind control thing in the game so we all get addicted to it and want to buy more and more until they become to most rich company on the earth and use the money to buy atomic weapons and Starbucks shares and take over the woooooooorrrrrld!!!
Okay, so maybe I'm just in another paranoid rant here, but you never know. There could be subliminal messages in the music to the game or something.
...Now that I think of it, those songs really are addicting, and I even find myself whistling them from time to time...Nah, that's just paranoid talk.
...Or is it?
Well, either way, I think I'm done here. I have 2,100 points to gain for my brother.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

Golf ball mistresses

I told myself that I would not blog about Tiger Woods, because really, who cares about famous people? I certainly don't. But this is getting ridiculous, and if I don't blog about it now, I'll probably be the only one to not blog about it. But I don't really follow golf (even though it's a Scottish-made "sport". FYI, I put "sport" in parentheses because I think it was meant to be more of a hobby than a sport), so the only things I know about Tiger Woods is that he's supposedly really good at golf, and he cheated on his wife big time.

Anyway, now to the point of this blog: My big bro found the funniest thing online! A golf ball collection, with Tiger's many alleged mistresses' faces on them! I found this to be hilarious, myself, but apparently one or more of the mistresses is offended by these golf balls, and is making a big deal of it. I don't pretend to know the details, but I guess the mistress in question seems to think that hitting golf balls with mistresses' faces on them may be promoting abuse to women. "Huh?", you say? Well, you're not alone. I too think that this notion is quite ridiculous, and can't believe what a big deal those people are making about a joke item! I mean, come on! During Christmas, you can find little animal toys that poop Jelly Belly's, but do you see a bunch of kids running around pooping Jelly Belly's all over the place? No. So why would people all the sudden think it's okay to beat women just because there happens to be depictions of women on golf balls? I think those people are splitting hairs a bit there. I mean, if a man is going to beat a woman, he's going to beat a woman. And it's not going to be because of golf balls, it's going to be because that man is a total a-

Moving on...

Here's a bit of irony for ya: During Thanksgiving time, when his cheating came into the spotlight, Tiger's wife (Elin something) chased him out of his home with...Guess. Go ahead, guess what she chased him with. I'll wait. In fact, I'll make you squint at the screen to see the answer.

A golf club!!!

Hahahahahaaahhhaaaaaaaaa!!!! Is that not funny? Oh, the irony! This man makes a living playing golf, and his wife chases him down with a golf club!!!
(You thought you had me there, didn't ya?
"Hehe, I'm going to wait till she's done giving the answer, then she'll just talk about it and I won't have to squint and get my glasses to figure it out!"
I think not! I would not give you the pleasure of finding out so easily!!! Of course, you might be able to see that perfectly fine without the usage of glasses, unlike someone currently writing a blog...)

Okay, so that's all I really have to say about that cheating bastard, except for maybe...He's a cheating bastard!!!
(Sorry, but I just have a thing about people who cheat on their spouses. It gets on my nerves big-time)
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

Tall tales of a big fish...

You ever notice how when we age, the stories of our lives before "the golden years" become our only conversation starter? Or how those stories become grander and grander every time we tell them? Well, that's how it is with my great-grandmother, at least. She started off with the usual: Telling us how she left home when she was eighteen, how she met my great-grandfather, how they got married and had kids, and even stories of how her own kids used to sneak out of the house in the middle of the night, and so on and so forth. This was okay, especially the first few times she told these stories. After a while it got a little annoying because it was the same story over and over, but we put up with it because at least she was remembering everything how it really was still. But now I think she's caught on to our boredom, or maybe she just gets her Love Inspired romance novels mixed up with her own life, but whatever it is, her stories are getting more and more dramatic, and impossibly, confusingly, even annoying intricate. My dad has touched on this before in his own blog, "Harlequin is rotting her brain!", but since then it has gotten worse. Now not only does she tell us stories of our own lives, using false information and inner monologue that even we have never told her, and talking in the third person when referring to herself ("she said", "then she thought"), but she also makes stories up in the middle of the night. For instance, a regular favorite of hers is calling in the middle of the night (by "calling", I mean ringing the little plug-in doorbell that we gave her to get in touch with us in case of emergency) just to tell us that she heard voices outside her window. Now, this may not sound very strange, because really, what's so weird about hearing someone talking outside your window in the middle of the night? But you have to put yourself in our situation to really understand:
First, we currently have no neighbors next door to us, so there is no way she could be hearing them.
Second, this is in the middle of the night, at anywhere between 2:30 to 6:00 o'clock in the friggin' butt crack of not-even-dawn-yet! Who's outside at that time? I mean, yeah, any time after five is probably people going to work, and sometimes even earlier than that, but who's going to go to our grandmother's window just to talk? And it can't be a robber or anything, because no one around here is stupid enough to break into a house of five, in a culdesac, in the city of Lakewood where if we call the sheriff, they actually show up. Plus this house is infamous for having loaded guns in it (my great-grandfather had a small collection).
And third (and this is the best one), she's deaf. At least she's been saying so since bloody forever. So how could she even hear voices outside her window, anyway? And it gets even better: She sleeps on her "good" ear, so if she really can't hear out of one, and that's the only exposed one, how could she possibly bloody-hell hear ANYTHING?!?

Anyway, now that you understand, let's get back to the people talking outside her window...This particular made-up story comes in several different variations, from two men saying aloud how they plan on climbing through our impossible-to-get-into-from-the-outside attic to steal from us, to a loudspeaker saying something like, "you need to evacuate your homes immediately" or "don't drink the water" and so on and so forth. Hell, just the night before last she said that there was something going on on the corner of two streets that you can't even see from where we live, and she wanted me to peek out the window to see what it was. Say what? Yeah, I would have had to get in the car, and drive over to these streets to see what (if anything) was going on. But she insisted, so I went into my room, pretended to check, and went back and told her that all was quiet, and nothing that I could see was going on. So then when I ask her where she heard that something was going on on (there I go with the double "on" again...) so-and-so street, she pointed to (get this) her clock, saying, "that told me" in a matter-of-fact manner. And yeah, okay, her clock does talk, but only when she presses the button on top, and even then it's a prerecorded "IT'S TWO, FIFTY FIVE, PM" (or whatever time it is when she presses it) in a robotic woman's voice. So I told her that. I told her that that was her clock, and that it told only the time, and that was it. She started to argue, so then I just said "okay" and went back to bed.

You getting the gist of it yet? Just wait, it gets even worse...

Some of her latest middle of the friggin' I-should-be-asleep-right-now night calls are some of the best. Like one night (at least a month ago now, I think) she called us and asked upon our arrival, "What's in my water besides water?"
*cue confused looks on our faces*
We told her that there was nothing in her water besides water, as far as we knew, but she was convinced that her water was poisoned or something, and said that it went "this way, and that way" in her glass. Are you confused? Well, I wish I could explain what she meant by that, but unfortunately, I can't explain something that even I don't understand. I mean, she seriously thought that some boogieman had sneaked his way into her room and poisoned her water. And we even asked her "who do you think would poison you?" after she started saying stuff like, "well, I've got no reason to fear death" and stuff, and she just danced around the subject, until we finally threatened to take her to the hospital to get her stomach pumped, and she quickly said that it was no big deal, that she didn't do anything to deserve to die, and that she would be fine. The next day of course we teased the crud out of her for this (our relationship with her is like that. We all, including her, have the ability to tease each other without anyone getting mad. At least most of the time), by putting green food coloring in her water, and handing it to her. She of course laughed, once she got the reference.
But I think that the one weird middle-of-the-night-call that can beat all others is one that I personally had about two to three weeks ago, though.
It started out the same as usual: Nana rang, I stumbled out of bed and bounced off the walls till I made it into her room, and I asked what was the matter. She starts the weirdness right off by asking if we had any purple cans ("maybe some soda?" she said) in the house. The only thing that was running through my sleep-muddled mind right then was, "why does she want a grape soda in the middle of the night?"
Instead I just said "not that I know of", and then asked why. She replies by saying (and I quote), "Well just don't drink out of the purple can, or you'll die."
At this point I know she has got to be dreaming, and I'm too tired to either tell her that or ask her where on earth she got this vital information, so I just said "okay" and went back to bed. Of course, once I sat in bed for a while, trying to get back to sleep, I got to thinking: Where in the hell did she get such strange information from? That and as soon as I was out of earshot from her I burst into laughter, knowing that I wouldn't be the only one to do so the next morning, when I told the rest of the family what strange thing she came up with that night, and how my story beat all of theirs. In fact, the first thing I said to my mom as a morning greeting, was, "don't drink out of the purple can, or you'll die."
And of course after the initial "huh?" and my explanation of what had happened the night before, she and my dad and bro all laughed just as I had. And when she got up, I surprised her with none-other-than a Pepsi can, with a piece of purple construction paper taped tastefully to it. At first she sort of had this horrified look on her face, like "oh my God! She's trying to kill me!!!", but then she seemed to get that I was teasing her, and she laughed with me.

So where does this strange behavior in our elders come from? Is it just because they get bored and decide to make crap up? Is it because they saw something on TV, or read something in a book, and they're just mixing it up with reality? Or is it perhaps their own strange dreams leeching into not only their subconscious thoughts (the place from which dreams are said to originate from), but also their conscious ones (when they're supposedly awake)? I don't think I'll ever really know, at least in my lifetime. Maybe sometime in the next fifty years or more we'll come up with a device that can literally read our conscious and subconscious thoughts like an open book. Hell, now that I think about it, it'll probably be sooner than that, because they do have a machine that can create images of our thoughts, like a blurry, poor quality movie (at least according to House). And once we can read other's thoughts, we'll finally know why we'll die if we drink out of the purple can...
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

Happy Birthday, Mummy!

Happy Birthday my awesomely sweet, loving, funny and brilliant Mum!!!

I hope your day was wonderful, and here's to another (not going to actually say it on my blog, jeez I know better by now) however-old-you-are more years of fun!!!

Love ya, your baby girl Pumpkin AKA Miss Eccentric (and don't forget Joey too!!!).

Facebook Creep: Help me take him down!!!

Today I had some guy on Facebook try to set up a "meeting" with me. Are your ears ringing? Yeah, that would be the alarms in you head saying, "creep alert, creep alert! This guy is out to get you!!!"
Here's what happened: I was minding my own business online, trying to find some more blogs for my new Facebook group (MESGOB), and a Facebook chat thing pops up and it's this guy. He asked to be my friend a few days ago, and I -thinking nothing of it- accepted.
Anyway, this guy named Heart Hacker (I thought it was a joke name, not a creepy-Facebooker name! Don't judge me!) struck a conversation up with me, and it quickly went from "good morning" (according to his Facebook he lives in India, so although it's late evening here, it's morning there), to "If I came to California, would you meet with me?". That's when the siren in my head started wailing, and I knew this guy was a major creep. I mean, who asks to meet complete strangers after a simple "hey" on Facebook? Anyway, I immediately told this guy that "I don't meet with strangers", and then promptly closed the chat, making my way to his Facebook, canceling our "friendship" and blocking him at once. And all I can think is, "who does this creep think he is?"
I really wish I was close and personal friends with a police officer, because if I told them about this, I guarantee they would report this incident and possibly get this jerk in serious trouble. Although I'm not sure how the police would handle a situation like this if that guy is really all the way in India, since I'm pretty damn sure we don't have jurisdiction to arrest him. But I would like to at least scare the crap out of this guy, because if he doesn't get caught or at least scared, he'll just do it again to a more innocent, naive girl who will fall for his "friendliness".
So anyway, since I blocked this guy and am not friends with him, I don't have a way to post on his Facebook how creepy he is, so I was wondering...If what I've said is pissing you off as well, and you really hate it that people like him have access to the internet like they do, you can visit this jerks Facebook and leave a comment there, saying something along the lines of, "creep!" or "don't befriend him, he's a creepy jerk!". Or maybe you should just make up you own comment, since my suggestions are all me getting angry and not witty...Either way, here's a link, and let's all ban together to boycott this jerk! Just don't make friends with him, he might try to meet you in person and murder and/or rape you. Because what other reason could a complete stranger have for trying to meet up with a strange young woman? Jerk.
And hey Heart Hacker! If you're reading this, I have a message for you: You saw my Facebook picture? That's me demonstrating that I can KICK YOUR ARSE IF YOU TRY SOMETHING!!! Go ahead and try, I have a lovely Dad, Mum, Big Bro, Aunt, Uncle, Best Bud, and Best Bud's Mom who will kick you wherever I ask them to, including your downstairs!!! And don't think we won't hold you down and beat on you. Because we will, and we will also get away with it. Self defense is quite amazing in that respect.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.

Miss Eccentric's Support Group for Other Blogs (MESGOB)

Okay, so the title to this blog sounds ridiculous, but in reality the subject is indeed very serious. Just recently I checked in on a blog that I follow (and periodically check in on, obviously), and what I read truly touched me, in a tear-jerking kind of way. The woman who wrote the blog that made me cry goes by Bradshaw, and she posted on the ninth of this month that her friend at work committed suicide. I think you might have to read it to get why this touched my soul so much, so I'm going to put a link here.
Please humor me by reading this woman's post. If you do, you will see that at the end of her post she pleads to anyone in pain, anyone who doesn't know what to do other than take their own lives. She asks them to please contact someone, anyone, and talk it out. And I agree with her wholeheartedly. The fact that some other human beings who share this earth with us believe that there is no other choice other than ending their lives saddens me, and sickens me. What did these people do to deserve to feel this way? Even if they were an unlikeable person, no one should have to feel like they don't deserve to live, no matter what their life was like. Because everyone deserves to live their lives as best they can, and I think that if more people were to try and talk to people like that, people in pain, maybe they would realize that and decide that their life is worth living. So I'm now pleading to you just as Bradshaw did: If you are in pain, and don't think you can carry on life as you are, please, please talk to someone. A friend, family member, boyfriend/girlfriend, therapist, random stranger on the street, online support group, hell, even me if that's all you can think of. I just think it's a waste of life to end a life, by any means. And I don't think it's too late for anyone to turn their life around and continue on.
Also, I have decided to make my MESGOB support group on Facebook, so if you agree with me, please join my group to help some of these people who may need some kind of emotional support online. Here's a link: Miss Eccentric's Support Group for Other Blogs.
Thank you for your time.
-Miss Eccentric.

One hundred reasons to blog

Happy 100th blog to me!!! Yes, you read right, this is my one hundredth blog post!!! For those of you (Mum, Dad, that's you!) who figured out my scavenger hunt without me telling them what to do the whole time, you already knew this, did you not? Because that's basically what all the clues led to. And sorry if my clues were a bit too difficult, but I wanted you to have to work to figure it out (or in my Dad's case, he had to literally be a genius to figure it out, and even then he had a hard time, hehe).
Anyway, moving on...I have decided to try and list a hundred reasons why everyone should blog, just so this one hundredth post of mine is extra special. So...Here goes nothing:

Reason number 100. Because blogging is just plain awesome in general.
99. Blogging is fun.
98. It's a good way to stretch your writing skills.
97. It's a good way to release your frustrations.
96. You can easily get your own opinion out there for others to see and share.
95. You can make friends easily by chatting up your followers and giving out good advice.
94. Helping others is just about the most amazing feeling in the world, and if your blog does that either with good advice, your own life story, or merely a good laugh, it's more than worth it to blog.
93. You can blog about anything. Really, I blogged about farts. Twice.
92. Gripping about random things is fun.
91. You can keep people informed on what's going on in your community.
90. When you're sick you can blog and it comes out sounding really funny the next day.
89. That's most likely the same if you were drunk (not that I've ever had an alcoholic drink. Come on, I'm only eighteen).
88. It's probably the only place on earth where grown people will actually listen to what a eighteen year old has to say, and actually think they're smart.
87. It's like therapy, only you don't have to sign your soul over as pay, and you don't have to listen to, "Hm...Okay, and how do you feel about that?" or "Interesting...And how does that make you feel?".
86. You can blog every day if you like.
85. You can blog once a year if you like (although if you do, your followers might get a bit peeved).
84. If someone does get peeved at you, you can tell them to take a hike and they can't do anything about it, because it's not like they can just punch you or anything.
83. If you aren't sure about something in life (like whether you should go out with the cute guy/girl at work, or what shoes you should wear to the prom, etc. etc.), you can ask advice in a post and chances are someone will help you out.
82. You can put pictures of your adorable kitty-cat's up (I so did that, don't judge me. They're really, really cute and I love them).
81. You can shout-out to people you know (hey BBB!), and they will see it if they read your blog.
80. You can spell things wrong and no one cares except me (I belong to the Spell-Check Police Academy, hehe just kidding. Sort of).
79. You can review things you like, such as books, movies, etc. etc.
78. You can post your own stories up, and it's not even that scary, 'cause no one is really mean about them.
77. You can review things that you don't like, no matter how controversial.
76. It's fun to try your best to confuse the crud out of people whilst blogging.
75. Blogging in a blog where blogs go is not not fun, but can also have not it's not perks when blogging on a none none blog on a site where you don't not blog to let others not see what your opinion isn't.
74. Having people laugh at your crazy phobias is quite healing. Although it most likely will not cure you of said phobias, unfortunately.
73. You can post about your life like a diary if you like.
72. It's a good way to keep in touch with long-distance friends.
71. You can add really cool gadgets on your blog, like a hamster, or fishies, or a quote generator, etc etc.
70. You can write about how much you like House all you want, and no one can stop you, muahahaha!
69. You can add a poll on your blog that can ask just about any question. Like, for instance, "Who is the hottest of hotties? (from my selection).
68. You can put a list of some of your favorite things, like books in my case.
67. You can advertise just about anything (like my other blog, The Power of the Word!!! Please follow me!!!).
66. You can attempt to make a list of one hundred reasons why everyone should blog.
65. And you can point out that you just typed 69, hehe (and act like an immature child in the process).
64. You can freak out and get all superstitious about typing "66".
63. Then you can remember that it's only bad when you type three sixes in a row.
62. You can randomly type-spout-out, "SQUIRREL!!!" any time you want.
61. You can put links up to other sites that you love and/or hate.
60. And then you can tell everyone why you love and/or hate said site.
59. You can brag about your kids, siblings, grandparents, parents, aunt, uncle, friend, cat, house, truck, computer, whatever, all you want.
58. You can post something twice if it tickles your fancy.
57. You can post something twice if it tickles your fancy.
56. You can talk about what you're going to do the next day.
55. You can annoy the crap out of complete strangers any time you feel like it.
54. Which is really, really my idea of fun, and I wish to be able to do it all day everyday, which is easy when having a blog at the ready.
53. You can spout random crap at random.
52. Peaches are not pineapples.
51. You can type as slow as you want, and no one has to know.
50. You can cheer till your voice gives out that you are finally halfway done!!!
49. Then you can grind you teeth and sigh because you know another 49 reasons is going to take forever.
48. You can gripe about having to go to the dentist after grinding your teeth.
47. You can ask people for ideas on what the hell kind of good reason they might have for blogging.
46. You can get no answer.
45. It's just plain awesome when people comment on your blog.
44. And if no one comments, you can comment on your own blog and it makes you feel slightly better.
43. You can go to other people's blogs and follow them.
42. And chances are they'll follow you in return.
41. And if they don't, you can annoy the crud out of them on their own blog till they do.
40. And if that doesn't work and they get annoyed at you and tell you to cut it out, you can stop following them.
39. And then you can boy-cot them on your own blog.
38. Hey, you might even find someone you "like" online while blogging.
37. Or you can reject anyone who "likes" you without feeling guilty, because they can't see you.
36. You could be a famous movie star and no one would know.
35. You can even pretend to be your own fan just so you could get accurate reviews of yourself from strangers.
34. If you're blind you can make the font really big.
33. Or if you wear glasses, no one has to know.
32. You can lie about your age. Not that I do, but sometimes I'm tempted to make myself older so people will take me more seriously.
31. You can use spell check. I swear it has saved my life in the past.
30. You can come up with seventy reasons why everyone should blog.
29. If you post pictures of ten really hot male actors, I guarantee your female/homosexual followers will go gaga.
28. Blogging is just plain interesting.
27. You can complain about movies that are completely disappointing compared to their book counterparts.
26. Blogs can make you cry. And not in a bad way, but in the good I-just-read-a-heart-wrenching-story-about-a-sick-child-who-pulled-through-and-is-now-an-Olympian-or-something kind of way.
25. When blogging, if you fart, you're the only one who will ever notice.
24. You don't have to get dressed up to blog.
23. In fact, you can wear your pajamas while blogging.
22. You can make your Mum laugh so hard her ribs hurt.
21. You can comment on how amazing you are for not mentioning just a moment ago that you just did your 23rd reason.
20. Then you can smack yourself in the head for mentioning it anyway, when you just said you didn't.
19. Then you can explain why it was that your 23rd reason was so important to not not bring up (because of the movie "The Number 23").
18. You can gross people out to the point of nausea, just with one sentence.
17. Or picture (and then not tell your readers what sentence it is that can gross them out so much).
16. If your writing is as awesome as mine you can give your readers a nice mental visual of you doing something really dorky (like slamming your knee on a doorway, yet for some reason having no idea how the hell you just did that).
15. You can end a blog with, "blog ya later" as much as you want.
14. You can skip a reason.
13. Or two.
12. You can pat yourself on the back for not mentioning lucky number thirteen.
11. Damn...Scratch that.
10. You can rhyme in a blog, even when you're in a fog.
9. No matter how stupid that rhyme was, you most likely will laugh at me anyway.
8. If no one laughs aloud at your blog, you never have to know.
7. Unless they say that in a comment, in which case you can delete said comment.
6. Woohoo, I almost didn't mention that the last reason was number six!
5. Oops...You can also retract that last statement, because the last reason before the last reason wasn't the sixth reason, but instead the next to sixth reason.
4. You can still be confusing, even when you only have four reasons to go!
3. God would want us all to have fun blogging.
2. My cute cat Joey blogs.
And the number 1 reason why everyone should blog? Because I said so.

Happy one hundredth blog day, and here's to at least one hundred more!!!
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. This is a total afterthought: Not too long ago I found a site that had a widget thingy on it that said something along the lines of, "Congrats on your one hundredth blog!", but now I can't find it again, so I was wondering...If you run across something like that (a site which has a 100th blog post widget), let me know, and send me a link! If not, I guess I can keep trying to find it myself...