I’m starting to wish Vampires were real. It’s such a silly thing to wish for and I have a silly reason for wanting it. Vampires don’t have to worry about time. They live forever or until they’re found out and killed or whatever. They can just pretend to be someone and then move somewhere else after a while. They don’t need to sleep. They literally have so much time on their hands and that’s why I wish Vampires were real. That’s why I wish I was a Vampire at certain moments. I have so many things I want to do, so many things I want to learn, so many story ideas I want to write, so many projects I want to create and so many books I want to read. But since I’m human I don’t have all that extra time so I have to pick what I want to learn and which books I’d like to finish.
I think it would be awkward, no matter what age you are, to tell you parents that you’re pregnant. Telling my mom wasn’t really that hard. I had an easier time telling her about my first pregnancy than I had with telling her about my second. However telling my dad was hard with both of them. I actually wrote him a note the first time around and my mom told him for me the second time around. I’m such a chicken when it comes to my dad. Anyways, I felt like I’m shouting “I had sex” whenever I announced that I was pregnant. When someone tells me that they’re pregnant, I think “oh, you had sex.” It’s such a weird thought but I most recently learned that I’m not the only one who thinks that.
Just a random blog post with a random topic.