Fire er up

SO I've never had blog in my 26 years of long life. This is surprising having grownup along side computers and the ever changing interweb (what is popular today, again?).

I was saddened to discover that Super Neurotic Girl is already a blog (ish...I think hers is adventures and I am not exciting enough to have adventures)mostly because I once wrote a song called super neurotic girl and always enjoyed the fake self demeaning way of calling yourself out on a bad quality that doesn't really bother you so that you can get a few laughs and maybe avoid having someone else call you on it first (I have a small head guys...more weight than I would like and one boob is noticibly larger than the other). Sounds self demeaning right? But I lied! well I didn't lie about the things, I just am typically pretty content with msyelf and my normally abnornmal proportions. And as for the neurosos...it just means I can think. I think.

Anyway here is that song. Written 4-5 years ago I think- did you know that women say the words "I think" "I feel" and other similar statements far more often than guys...I need to sound more certain...I think.

Question is, question all, question not- that’s fine
Take a bit, take a lot, waiver on the line
Is it my task, up to me to fix the world?
New generation, new kind of girl
Will my children have to pay the price
Of consumerism, lies and media bias?
Who’s to say it’s not already mine?
Education’s worth it but it does take time

So Super and wonderful
Always expecting more
Days aren’t so tragical
Just enough to wear me out
Trying but test me over again
Bring on another difficult question
I can handle it I’ve got some practice
Thinking over all these little distractions
Yeah it’s, Great- sure, but in this world
I’m just a Super neurotic girl

Don my cape, slick my hair, does anyone mind?
If I’m smart, if I care, if I walk around blind?
When I am done, would you mind taking the lead
Why start this now, if you won’t even agree
I could hold a sign and hope that you care
Contest the test of who gets to go where
Who holds me back if it isn’t me?
I can only try to think critically

Prepare for laughter when expressing myself
Defying Glares when I speak the truth out loud
Prepare when noticing if something’s wrong
And Being yelled at for not going along