Five Things I Won't Write About In My Blog

1. I will definitely take suggestions of stuff that has pissed you off. Because chances are, it's pissed me off too. Seriously. Those weeks when I don't have a post, it's because I have nothing overly interesting going on. However, if it's overly offensive or targets a specific group of people, that's a no-no.

2. I have views on the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. They won't be here. There's a lot of reasons why, but mostly because I don't feel like getting ostracized or shot.

3. Overly romantic overtones about my relationship with Dave and I. First off, I'm not big on PDA anyway. Secondly, you don't need to see my overly Picnik-ed photos of us (look at my Facebook for it). Third, he reads this, his friends read this, my friends read this, random people probably read this. And if I went into those long tangents of 'OMGZZZZ DAVE UR THE BESTIE BF EVUR I WUVS YOU!!!!111!', everyone would vomit collectively. Sure, I will interject him into my posts. He is a part of my life. And he does say/do some funny shit, as does everyone else in my life. But the love posts won't be here (so you can unclench your bowels).

4. Overly vague posts. Back in the day, when I was a livejournal/deadjournal poster, you can see long paragraphs of symbolism and references to an elusive 'you', whoever 'you' was, talking about how much you hate them or how you want them to change. Not anymore. High school's over. I'm on meds and not friends with people I don't like anymore. It's refreshing. In five years, I also learned I'm not a poet nor a prose writer. And you're going to be like 'Who the hell are you talking about? Is it me?' I save that for the personal journal.

5. Most names. Sure I have Bangs and Dave, but I don't want you to keep track of people like it's an epic novel. Plus Bangs is a hilarious nickname. But I'll try to keep a lot of naming to a minimum.

DAMN IT THIS GIRL IN MY CLASS WILL NOT STOP COUGHING OR SNEEZING OR SNORFING OR DOING THAT DEEP-HEY-IM-SICK-AND-MY-LUNGS-ARE-FILLED-WITH-MUCUS-BREATHING. GO HOME AND STOP INFECTING ME, FOOL.

I had my pre-student teaching informational meeting today. I'm terrified already. In September I plan on freaking out on a much grander scale.