Thought of Randomness

I kind of stopped blogging for a few days because I was a bit tired of talking about eating and exercising. It is kind of boring to write about and lately I have been feeling really imaginative and daydreaming my life away. Reality is just not fun to write about. If you must know, I did go to the gym a couple times, I did get a treadmill I have used a few times, I am eating better food but I am not doing so well with cutting back. I tend to get really hungry at night....Okay bla bla bla that is enough of that boringness.

So, I have been thinking a lot about my past writings and how I wished they were still around. When I was in about 6th or 7th grade I decided that I was going to write my life story. I had just read one of the Little House books (probably for the 18th million time) and decided it would be very interesting to write about my life so that girls my age in the future would know how life was. I was in complete denial then that the Little House books were in the fiction section for a reason. My book got to be about 3 pages long before I had told my whole story and that my life was pretty ordinary and boring. Still, I wish I had kept that notebook because it would be very interesting to see how I had perceived my life back then. I also had to write a poem book my sophomore year in high school. I was in a bit of a dark place then and was told they were rather good. I also have to say I usually am my most creative when I am sad, angry, and depressed so it might have actually been good to read.....and if it wasn't good I could at least have a laugh about it. However, I was embarrassed that they had so much feeling in them and threw them away. Why did I have to be such a self conscience teenager? The last thing I would love to read is the note passing book that my friend Kori and I had. It was no great literary work or anything, but it would be extremely hilarious and I am pretty sure it would be useful to occasionally pull out on bad days and have something to laugh about. 

The reason I have been thinking about this so much lately is that I do not have a lot of memories of my childhood. I can remember basics but it seems like everyone has way more specific memories then I did. Maybe if I would have kept something to help remind me then it may come back, or maybe my first "life story" hit the nail on the head about the fact that maybe there is nothing too exciting to remember. I have weird glimpses of memory though that I wish I understood what it meant. I have a memory of a fire and it being night. I have no idea if my house was on fire, a friends house was on fire, I happened to have rode past a house that was on fire, or if maybe I just had a dream about a fire. I think I might just obsess over this because I want to remember something exciting. That and I way over think basically everything. I guess I am done rambling now.