Here she comes to wreck the day.

So I've got a lot of things to say and a lot of them aren't very related, but it's just passed midnight on a night before I have to go to school so of course I'm going to keep myself up blogging. 
I'm struggling with the way I want to format my posts because I feel like what I've been doing for the last howevermany months doesn't look very clean and isn't actually the spacing I would prefer. It works in some instances, but then again, I bet you could just not give a shit. 
In case your eyeballs stopped working and you haven't been viewing my weird day by day photo posts. They're there. I mentioned some time in November, I think it was, that I wanted to challenge myself to take and / or post a photo a day for a year. Ha. Remember I said November. The month of free time, and longing for tasks. It's January and I don't have time to [not] have time for things already. So instead of giving up completely, I think I'm going to try to just go till the end of January. Reasonable, methinks. By my standards, at least. 
Whenever I wear this multi-layered night gown I need a glass of sparkling cider. All I have as of right now is my second Batman mug full of Hawaiian punch tonight.  


[One fifty minute late night phone conversation later]
I've just realized how many people appear to read this blog. Which really makes no sense to me, because how could any of this really be very interesting or relevant to people who don't know me personally? And for that matter, how could it be for those who do? 
That's not why I write. I know that. You should too. But the fact that I have something of an audience makes me want to write more sometimes, which is somewhat the opposite effect my recently acquired seven hundred-ish Youtube subscribers has had on me. I feel a little bit limited, and self conscious. If I really want to talk about issues, or purely make art pieces, or go a video or two without crappily lip-syncing a song from a musical I feel like the possibility of me letting my audience down is there. But I suppose I should trust them. That's why I'm here. To create, and encourage, and express. Duh. It's hard to be honest about everything with everyone, especially right now. But my tentacles are growing, and my ink will poison the water supply soon enough.