1,000 things, 1 brain

Man what a day! It's like I am trying to think so hard about something, but I can't because I'm thinking about several small things so no thought can develop fully. I'm not even sure what I am trying to think so hard about, I think it might be me trying to move in some sort of direction instead of sitting here at a stalemate with no meaning to these small things.

Why is that? Why do we spend so much of our energy on all these little things that don't even matter or hold purpose. I'm sure some of the things I am thinking about are important, but I know for a fact most of these are just things that don't be in my head any longer.

For instance, I'm currently eating a carrot. All I can think about is how freaking orange it is, the only other thing that orange that is edible is an orange. The brightest orange part of the orange is the part we don't eat so why can I eat this carrot. It's apparently good for me, but definitely makes me squint my eyes and tilt my head a little bit. Also, the only reason I am eating this carrot is because I eat too many granola bars so I put a carrot in my bag as a back up in case I get hungry. Of course, I got hungry so now I am forced to eat this carrot that I don't even want because there's no ranch. Fun fact: New Zealand ranch is the furthest thing from Hidden Valley Ranch. Feel free to send me a care packing full of Hidden Valley (and chick-fil -a).

Another thought I was having.. so I am house sitting at the moment right, in this place called Karori. For those in the U.S., Karori is about 20 minutes outside of Wellington City (aka where I live) and the roads are SUPER narrow and cars can park on the sides of these insanely narrow roads, it's bizarre. As if I'm not stressed enough about driving on the opposite side of the road, in a car that's not mine, I get to my destination safely and right as I am getting into bed to go to sleep there's a spider on the wall. Typically, I just kill the spider because they are a bit freaky and I wouldn't be able to sleep knowing there was a spider on the wall right beside my head. For some reason I thought, yah know what, what if this was like in a weird way their pet spider. Not really a pet spider, but maybe this guy is use to just chilling on the wall, doesn't bother them, minds his own business, and just keeps to himself. I felt as if I couldn't kill him any longer, plus if I killed it I might leave a spot on the wall and then I would have to clean it, what if the spot doesn't wipe off, all of these things. Did I mention the part about that I was warned that the neighbours are nosey? Here I am at 11.00pm, thinking this could be a pet spider, if it's not a pet spider and I try to kill it then I am going to bang the wall. What if the neighbours hear me bang the wall? The curtains are closed, are the curtains normally closed at this time, if they're not and they hear someone bang on the wall what are they going to think? Needless to say, I decided somehow I needed to manoeuvre the spider outside. After grabbing my shoe, some toilet paper, a cricket bat, and the heater (not all at once) I got the spider outside. Success.

Man oh man, my head is just spinning out of control. I've told several people this before, I think it might've even been one of my first ever tweets, but how does a towel ever get dirty if we just use it to dry our clean hands or clean bodies? Of course, there's science behind it and everything, but the concept itself makes me think a lot. Here is an object that could be used to dry only things that are clean, yet somehow it gets dirty. Almost seems like the saying "why do bad things happen to good people" or "no good deed goes unpunished." Quite sad in that sense. I also thought about the life of a raindrop. Just give it a second and think about what it must be like to be a raindrop. I gave it a lot of thought and even wrote a poem about it, how funny is that. It went something like this...

Does a raindrop ever die?

Starting in the clouds. Falling to the ground

Splashing under our feet where other raindrops meet..

Okay, so I thought I had saved it, but I haven't and I was going to completely rewrite it for yall, but this is as far as I got before I couldn't be bothered to remember the rest, plus it's not that important. It was basically just talking about the water cycle. You get where I was going with this and how much time I have actually put into thinking about the life of a raindrop. I don't think it dies, but I never reached that conclusion in my poem.

Yeah, I get it I'm weird like that. Also, speaking of weird. My life goal is to see a bird die of old age while flying. That never happens. Birds don't fall out of tress from old age either so I am really waiting for the moment when something like that happens. (Disclaimer: This is not me wishing death upon a bird).

I said I was going to look into spell check for this blog, but I haven't at all. So sorry for any grammatical errors that are driving yall crazy. Of course, my mom is on top of it though and sent me a free app or something that will do it for me, but I haven't done that either. I'll get around to it.

Eh, I think I am done for the day. Can't wait to make it home after volleyball practice and sit down to some Netlfix and ice cream. Speaking of which is why I was up so late last night, I started watching a Netflix series called 'The Get Down', LOVE IT, but I thought it was a movie since it was 90 minutes long so I stayed up to watch the whole thing because I was so into it (anybody that knows me, knows how big of a deal that is because I do NOT stay awake during movies at night) and then it ended and said 'Epidosde 2' starting in and then the 9 second count down. I was feeling some type of way, almost upset that I had stayed awake for the entire episode thinking it was a movie, but so into it that I watched another episode. I could've been asleep 2.5 hours earlier had I known it was a series, but then it got me hooked. Oh well, let's just hope there are no spiders to tuck into bed tonight.

Fingers crossed.