Goals

So I decided that I'm going to make a new goal, to write on my blog more, maybe I'll do it once a week, or once a day or even once an hour, oh that would be fun. I could do an hourly update on what projects I'm working on at work, what website I'm checking, whose blog I'm reading or whose emails I've received that I'm excited about. You guys are so lucky you will get to see the world through my eyes, well not really cause that would be like that movie the Truman Show or something but it will still be exciting none the less. Oh, and I'll take pictures of everything I do. I'll have my coworkers trained to take my picture every hour and I'll just post that picture according to what I'm doing at the second. Shoot I hope they don't catch me doing anything weird. I hope I don't have my mouth full of food (that one might be a frequent activity though since I eat about once an hour), what if I am caught in the middle of a sneeze or worse yet..... what if I'm caught after a sneeze and there is something unmentionable hanging from my nose. I'm having second thoughts about my idea all the sudden. This could be really embarrassing. I'll have to sleep on this for the weekend and decide if I can really go through with my goal to be a perpetual blogger. It really is a goal but I'm just a little afraid of the fame it could create.

I'm feeling much better now

OK kids it's story time but this might be a scary story so watch out and make sure the lights are on. I wouldn't want you having nightmares. When I was on my mission there was one day where things just were really getting to me. I was in such a bad mood and I didn't know how to vent my frustrations. I couldn't really run around to get my frustrations out because I had to stay with my companion and if I'm not mistaken she was part of the frustration, I couldn't yell to get it out, I couldn't eat it out, I couldn't even kick it out. I just knew that all of those reactions would just make things worse. I got out my journal and vented. This time it wasn't in words though it was in the most awful drawings imaginable. Awful because I can't draw and awful because I was trying to think of good ways to get the bad mood out of me. My favorite picture was of me getting eaten by a monster. That's the way I'm feeling today, where's that monster when you need him. Anyway it was very therapeutic and I recommend it to anyone. I'm going to find a creative way to get out my irritation and no, you can't know what it is. That part is a secret.
K, I'm in a much better mood now. LOL Sorry for the language, but that's the way I feel some times about what I'm getting. I want cookies and I'm getting crappy fruit. Haha