blogging.

So, I realized just now, well, no. That's a lie. Not just now. I realized this a couple days ago when Ibrahim read the first two posts in my blog. This isn't me. I came into my room and he was laughing, really hard. He was on the computer so I came over and was like, YOU'RE READING MY BLOG?!? And all he said was "I don't know."

jerk.

:]

I punched his arm, which did absolutely nothing to him. The days when I was stronger than him are over.

I love Ibrahim. Random? Yeah, not so much. I can count on him to be straight up with me. Yeah, he can be mean and a jerk but he is honest. I like honest/blunt people. That's why I'm mostly blunt, unless I know that a certain person can't take it. Then I will sugar coat my bluntness. It's not really bluntness anymore.

OK. STOP RAMBLING.

[see. Now that rambling is more like. I'm really scatterbrained. I am constantly thinking at least 6 different things. ]

But back to the reason for this blog:

After the punch, he started laughing again.
"You're a jerk."
"HAHAHA. WHY? AHAHA"
"Because you're laughing at my blog."
"But, it's so funny!"
"WHY?!?!"
"Because you sound so emo."
*glare*
"No, Noor, think about it. Are you really this emo?"
"*glare*
"I know you can get emo and you help people with their problems, but you aren't always like this."
*?*
"I've read parts of your blog before, when I still wrote in mine, and it sounds like you're trying to impress someone. You do think these things, but you aren't always like this."
"You don't know what's in my mind."
"Yes. I do! We sing the same songs!"
*smile*
"You can write this stuff in your blog but write about things that you really care about. Write about ransom notes [HENCE THE BLOG ABOUT RANSOM NOTES] and zombies and me and your friends and timmy and the color orange and pumkins." [YES. HE SAID PUMKINS:)]
"Ok. Then get out of here boy."
"HMPH. How rude!"
"What are you gonna do now?"
"I DON'T KNOWWW."
"YOU JERK!"
"MUWHAHHAHAHA"


Yeah. I love us.

But he's right. These blogs haven't flown from me. Well some have. But I don't want to write a blog every time I feel "emo." I want to write one when I feel, see, hear something good too.

I just want to discover what the real Noor writes like.