I have this problem of being selfish, I think. Well I really think everyone does now and again... But I'm just starting to grow up and realize these things. For example, when did I get so "me" centered? Or have I always been like that, and just been too immature to notice? Or maybe my definition of selfishness is changing as I change and grow... Ah, life... You never cease to keep me thinking.

Anyway.... RBOIAQ:

I think that would die if there wasn't music in my life
cookie dough is definitely not healthy for me.. mmmm.... cookie dough...
yesterday I saw a picture of David Gray, and he looks a lot different than I thought he would... younger
I'm listening to Jack Johnson right now, and I have the biggest urge to fly to Hawaii and lay on the beach under the suffocating sun and drink iced tea...
I am way too lucky in this life
It's really comforting knowing that there is someone out there who is thinking of you
I think I'm going to make some iced tea, and watch a movie with a beach in it
I like being clean
What ever happened to the Care Bears?
Life is exciting, isn't it?

I guess I should explain this "land of kin" business. You see, I sometimes (well mostly all the time) have this problem (well I have a lot of problems...)anyway... I don't type all that well, especially when I'm in a rush, and when I make stupid mistakes I like to point them out. So my name is Kim and I accidentally hit the "n" key instead of the "m" in a recent email to one of my sisters. Then somehow my other sister and my brother in law found out about it, and that day I got three emails addressed to "kin", and because I'm obsessed with nicknames (even the ones I give myself), I liked it a lot, and thought it would make a fair representation of myself, stupidity and all. And that was a pretty bad run-on sentence. So as soon as you (the reader) entered this website, you entered the land of my weirdo brain, my world... So good luck understanding me and following my totally random thought processes. (I say this thinking that a lot of people will read this. HA!)

ooooooo. bad habits.

So I have this bad habit of biting my nails... It wasn't that big of a problem until my dentist started asking me if I bite my nails. But he would have answered his own question if he had just looked down from my mouth to my hands and saw the nub ends of my fingers... Anyway, any extreme nail biter knows that it's not a habit to be easily broken. I know that not a lot of people understand this especially members of my family who I know are sick of watching me nibble away all the time. But about 8 years ago I found that my nail biting crossed over the fine line between conscience and subconscious. Sometimes I don't even know that I'm biting my nails until my fingers start bleeding. It's a bit of a nervous thing, but it's also just turned into a "I don't know what else to do with my hands" kind of thing. And... ... ...Oh sorry I was just picking at my nails. And it's not just the nails I bite, it's the skin and cuticles around the nails... man. It really is a bad habit. But I can't even help it!! I really can't.
I remember reading that one Bearingston Bears books about bad habits, and sister bear had a nail biting problem and her mom just bribed her with money, but that really wouldn't work... I'd probably end up owing my mom money. Anyway, the point is it's not something I can just quit. In some way it's like a bad smokers habit; it's not that I like doing it, I know it's gross, it's bad for me and I pretty much have the ugliest fingers in the world, but I wouldn't be able to quit... I've tried a lot of things... I have actually done the money thing, and the taping of the fingers things, and the putting of disgusting tasting nail stuff on... But I've always found a way around it. It is really sad, I wish I had never started in the first place. And then I think, how the crap did I start in the first place? I mean what would drive me to bite that first nail? Was I that nervous of a kid? I don't remember... I think was pretty laid back. Oh well... It's not the end of the world, it's just the end of my fingers that are suffering... Oh and my teeth. Oops.

RBOIAQ:

I wish I didn't bite my nails...
There is this keyboard at my church, and I loath it, and I play it more often than I want to
Taylor Hicks is sooo cool
I've recently gone from a exclusive tea lover to a coffee and tea lover... How did that happen?
I hate that I don't have good keeping-in-contact-with-people skills, it really bugs me
I decided to go into counseling after I'm done my BA of Music... Makes sense to me...
There are way too many exciting things going on in my life right now fully concentrate on school
I really love my sisters
I really love my brother
I really don't like his dog
My fishies are almost three years old! I love my fishies
Did you know that very little pressure will keep a crocodiles mouth shut? It's possible to keep it shut with an elastic band... weird.
When will winter be over?
ooooo... It's my 20th birthday in 70 days! yehaw...
I need to start saving about $150 a month to go to Europe, I don't think I can do it, especially because I don't have a job... And I'm still going to school... sucky...

confused and slightly embarrassed... 

I have entered the world of the "bloggers". It's nice here. It's kind of like having your own room. You know that feeling? But then it's like you're talking to yourself... in your room... alone. Wow, I just made something that has a lot of potential fun sound really sad. I'm not usually pessimistic. I must be tired.
I'm not really a ranter, and I'm definitely not opinionated. I do like to talk though, when I'm in a good mood, and when I've had enough sleep. I am a little dyslexic though, so when I'm tired I get all my words and the letters of those words mixed up and end up telling myself to shut up to lessen my embarrassement.
Anyway, I really don't know what to write in a blog... A few poeple I know have themes to their blog sites, but I think I would perfer my favourite thing in the whole world (and something one of my best friends came up with) : Random Bits Of Information And Questions, or otherwise known as RBOIAQ. This method of speaking, emailing, and I guess blogging is convenient and fun for those who prefer to be blunt and those who like... um... random things, I suppose. Oh and it also good for those who suffer from "shortattentionspan" syndrome; it's basically like typing whatever comes to mind...

So it goes something like this:

RBOIAQ:
I'm so excited for Winnipeg Folk Fest!!
I'm kind of hungry...
I'm procrastinating on a paper. crap.
This paper is a book report on a really boring book. double crap.
My new blog is fun.
I really don't have much to say today... wierd...
Kin, not talking? My sister's would be surprised...
I'm actually becoming obbsessed with useless facts. they are my favourite.
I think southern Manitoba has the most millionairs per capita in the world... or maybe in Canada.. I can't remember.

-End of RBOIAQ-

Anyway, you get the idea. So that's my first blog. And it was fun. And.... scene!