Late night nose picking

So its 210 in the morning on memorial weekend. I have finals coming up and well... I have not studied nor have I been to many of my classes the past two weeks. This can all be chalked up to my addictive personality that gets me in trouble, or well I let it get me in trouble because its a lot less work and it distracts me from the fact that I am jeopardizing my eduction. My education which has a purpose? I don't know this purpose yet. Still trying to figure this out. This is my first blog entry... I don't anyone will read or find this interesting besides myself. I love to go back and read old things from my journals or look at old pictures of myself. It helps me build a mental image of what I used to be like and how I've changed. I created a blog for this purpose. Hopefully I will be able to find something I have a passion for that the world accepts. I guess my one goal is to one day be a mother, but I don't want to start that occupation until I get my shit together. As you will see, YOU meaning anyone who reads this, I write whatever comes to mind. My mind is jumbled but somewhat organized...much like my room. My sentence structure is hopefully interesting...I hate it when what you read sucks because of that factor. I hate it especially in books when authors halt a perfectly good conversation with 'said Bob.' Jk Rowling does is often in the Harry Potter series. It annoys me greatly. Well, I think thats all for one nights blogging. I kind of lot my train of thought/need to write. I will blog again when stuff eats at my mind.