So.. this is a blog?

 hi! well. it's 10:08 p.m. on Thursday, and i'm still in my pajamas. i mean, i should be, but i haven't changed at all today. i know, gross. but i'm just getting over being sick. i'm writing this in short little spurts because my mom and sister are (of course) walking around everywhere where they will see this. that's sounds weird. i guess i don't want them to find this, at least not yet, cause i don't know if it will go anywhere. i really don't know what i should talk about, because i don't want to bore anyone, or worse, scare someone into commiting me to an asylum (i don't know how a random stranger could do that, but it would probably happen with my luck). i listed a lot of things that i like in my profile, so i'll talk about those. they (the blog gods) should have a section of things that i don't like, because i (and most people) could fill that really quickly. this is short, as most blog entries that i read go, but i'm looking over my shoulder every 20 seconds expecting my mother to be leering over my shoulder. creepy. not really her, but the idea in general of having anyone leering at you. and the closest thing i have to weapon is a stretched out paper clip. i like how the only capitalized word in this entry is Thursday. i guess my texting obsession has taken over, but that was expected as a generic teenager, even though i try so hard not to be generic. hopefully i won't start abbreviating 'you' and 'your', because i really think that should be reserved to texts only. if i do start typing like that, feel free to hit me over the head. or send me a strongly worded message. or neither. i'll do with an eyeroll that i can't see. but any message in general would be appreciated, maybe telling me that this blog is in some sense "normal". i know, i know, there is no "wrong way". but, yes, there is. so thanks. thanks for reading, thanks for an eyeroll, thanks for a message. i really don't know how to end this, so how about a smiley. (: