Otter.

This post is about otters.

Smells like teen spirit

Today I really, REALLY want a time machine.

This feeling comes up a lot, mostly triggered by music or stupid trends.

Today, I don't know what it is. I came home from work and decided to clean my room, put on some music and Nirvana came on, and it made me nostalgic for Grunge, which, again, happens a lot.

I'm hopelessly in love with Chris Cornell and have been since I was a kid.

Soundgarden, Alice In Chains and Pearl Jam helped me through my teenage angst.

I don't know, I guess I'm craving a time where it was socially acceptable to be loud and messy, outspoken and angry.

Sometimes I feel like opinions are discouraged, I have to fight to be 'allowed' to tell my side of the story and when I do, people look at me like I'm crazy.

Is it bad that I think I'd fit in better with a bunch of smelly heroin addicts from the 90's?

Can anybody tell me why I should sing a watermelon love song?

These are the manic ramblings of the caffeine soaked mind of mine.

I will:

Lose weight

Find an apartment that doesn't smell like mold or cost me an arm and a leg

Make it a day without going "meh"

By the end of the summer

I'm sick of just drifting, I'm sick of 'one day at a time.'

I'm sick of Prozac and numbness and people pushing my buttons and waiting for things to get better

I don't know.

I'm gonna be a someone, just watch me.

It puts the lotion in the basket

So uh, that didn't work out so great.

Let us try again.

Two years and still nothing really interesting to say, eh?

Nothing but unpopular opinions of current events and statements of extreme boredom, nothing interesting ever happens in Iceland.

At least not to me.

I wish life would take me on adventures from time to time.