Well...this is a first. Putting all my insignificant thoughts down for all my readers to attempt to comprehend. Now that would be a challenge. Travelling into my mind and my thoughts is hard enough for me to do, nevermind you.

Why I'm doing this you ask? I don't know myself, exactly. It has become a trend in the fanfic department, so I said, what the hell. Why not give it a shot? Who reads, who doesn't, who finds it amusing, who doesn't. It's all the same in the end.

The colour purple. Why is it that purple has officially become one of those things that has the false judgement of being gay? For god sakes people, it's just another colour. Plus, to some you would simply be saying purple is gay means purple is happy. Now does that really make sense? Didn't think so either.

Well, now that I've had fun rambling on about the importance of a colour, onto better things. Unfortunately I haven't had a whole lot of spare time to start working on Jen's first story. The only thing I have to say about that is, it royally sucks. Yes, sucks. Big time sucks. It's like we get so caught up in everything else in our lives that we never have time for the little things that keep us going. Writing is one of those things to me. Writing is one of my escapes. It's just this alternate universe where I can say anything I want, be anything I want, and honestly be able to let myself explode into words that carry emotions that may infact not make sense. But most of the time they do. They make perfect sense. They have to if that's what I'm feeling, I guess. But I suppose sometimes when it's impossible to be free with the emotions I feel in the real world, it's nice to have some seclouded dark corner of mine to let them all out. Here, for you all to read. Sometimes the real world is too low. Sometimes it is what doesn't make sense. It's hard to really distinguish what's right and what's wrong anymore. No matter what you do, there's always a consequence in life. Sometimes I wonder what the point of making good and bad decisions is if one way or another there is always going to be reprecussions.

Okay, so maybe I don't sound normal saying all this really freaky stuff, but hey, who's to say what's normal and what isn't? Nobody can really define what normal is, so until I find more words to bury myself in, ciao.