One Man's Trash is Another Man's Blog

It's much too simple to say that I'm paranoid.  I prefer to classify it as an overactive imagination.  Or possibly an overly analytical mind? I can't decide if the scenarios I concoct ad absurdum are false figments intricately woven from thin air or hidden truths that I so cleverly reveal to myself through a process of complex pondering.  Either way, my musings are slowly draining the sanity out of me.
For instance, as I sit here typing this I see that today my blog has been viewed 17 times.  Thats about 17 times more than the amount of views received in the past 17 months.  Normally, I wouldn't give erratic view counts a second glance. But my paranoia tells me to do otherwise.
I can't help but think that the spike in views is a direct correlation to a certain ex-gf suddenly deciding to limit her facebook access and block all non-buddies from contacting her. Don't misunderstand. I am not stalking this poor girl.  These are just the things a current girlfriend notices about her boyfriend's old flame(s)... especially a former flame that has, on numerous occasions, completely disrespected the current girlfriend by coming onto her boyfriend.
Alas, it must be paranoia. There is no way for her to know that I had viewed her facebook in passing or that I had viewed her aim profile when signing onto Jim's retired screen name. Right?
No, I'm not crazy.
Yes, I have better things to do than just sit here and think about completely useless could-be scenarios

Free? Ha! How Ironic

I've recently heared songs by and seen pictures of Jeffree Star gracing the myspace pages of many a teenaged girl.  Even after reading what he is all about, I'm still not sure what he's suppose to be doing or even suppose to be at all... and I'm quite sure he doesn't even know... so I'm absolutely positive that these girls do not know.
I'd liken him to a child with down syndrome running in the special olympics, however, I like said children too much to insult them by associating them with such an awkward human being.
The guy is confused and, in being so, very grotesque.
He is anything but (jef)free.

Another Day... or is it?

Too many of us are just existing, myself included. I like to blame it on the college student life and think that working and going to school simultaneously are the reasons for such flavorless life.  Weekly enduring hours of class, writing essay upon essay, reading countless pages of literature, and working for pocket change in between, just leaves little time for real living.  I can't remember the last time I engaged in something I whole-heartedly enjoy.
Its official: I've become just another working-class drone to add to the pile of already 200,000,000 that are aimlessly wandering the US.
I like to think that once I am in my career everything will change... but will it?

You Have the Face of a Cartoon Character Drawn by an Armless Blind Man

 can't be the only girl that has this thought every time she feels the need to torture herself by viewing a picture of her boyfriend's ex-girlfriend.  I just can't be. (It may be possible, however, that I am the only girl jealous enough to sneak peaks of such out-dated material. But that is for another day.)
And this is not to say that I am the most beautious creature to grace the face of this earth, but a girls gotta wonder how her guy went from dating a stick topped with silly putty to dating her.  Its slightly disheartening and, in an egocentric way, highly insulting.
Thats it! I'm insulted!