Poop.

I don't feel like whining here today, but I don't feel much like writing anything else either. Currently I am eating a slightly unripe pear because I couldn't wait one more day. Eating distracts me from my myself. On the bright side, it's Tuesday which means it's dancing night. Here is a haiku about dancing:

Rock step, triple step
spin 'round, pretend to look cool
flow with the rhythm

I am sick of being clueless. I mean, we're all clueless really, aren't we? I can only know what I am seeing and feeling and thinking, and I can never know, truly know, what it is like to be someone else, or what is normal. If I keep looking at my blog title "Clueless" every day, it just reinforces it, and it's not very inspiring. As soon as I find something fitting I am changing it.

Also, today Maureen Johnson's 13 Little Blue Envelopes is available for free for 2 weeks and Team Starkid's Starship comes out on youtube on the 30th. Good luck, me, with not getting even more distracted.