questioning

I guess I'm back to actual text blogging.

I mean, I love my Twitter - but there's only so much you can say with 140 characters or less. Also, aforementioned best friend has decided to shut me out completely and while I guess it's due to assignment stress (as everyone else has been telling me), there's a lot more that I don't know.

I use "I guess" a lot.

It reminds me of a time when Seth used to harp that "for a smart girl, you sure say 'I don't know' a lot." It stings and while I'd love to admit that I don't know certain things, it hurts me a little more every time. I mean, who would want to say that? To admit that you don't know something either indicates naivete or complete ignorance or some ounce of stupidity. Is that why I adopted the whole Valley Girl thing today? Maybe.

Maybe it would be better to be completely obsessed with Starbucks and manicures and all that instead of actually thinking. I spend a lot of my time - okay, 80% of my time fixated on problems and boundaries and what to do when someone says "go here" but yells at you for it at the same time. Everyone does that, family would be the most prominent.

What to do, what to do.