I Found Waldo!

It occured to me the other day that I haven't posted on here in ages. So that's what I'm doing. Posting. Yup.

Anyway, I  found Waldo. You know, those obnoxious picture books full of stripes? I hated those things as a kid, mostly because I was so freaking bad at them. This Waldo, though, happened to be at the market, not in some dinky picture book. Actually, there was like five. Yes. There was a bunch of random people in stripey suit things, running around by the capitol. I think there was something called "crazy-legs" going on, which I guess accounts for at least the legs of the costumes.

Also, I have decided to be a legendary roof hobo when I get old enough to be a hobo, however old that is. I shall live in Chicago and live on people's roofs, and jump from roof to roof like superwoman, and if you catch me, I will give you doughnuts. Legendary roof hobo. You heard it here first.

Hey, do you remember that? When you knew what you were going to be, and why, and the sky was the limit, because I was going to be a princess, by god! Or an actor, or an author, or a painter, or a juggler, or a vet, or a firefighter, or a taxidermist, or whatever the heck it was. You know, for a year or two there, I wanted to be a collage student. Why? Because all the collage students I knew were awesome, and I wanted to be just like them(Hey! Jeremy! Matt! You people! Yeah! You! I'm talkin' 'bout you!). Weird, right? And people were always like "oh, you should be an author" or "You should write a book!, since I read so much. See, no one got it. I didn't want to be an author. I didn't want to make the books-I wanted to read them. But that was silly, so I told them I already was, and that was that. Actually, even though I didn't want to be an author, I did try to write something once. It involved mermaids and my best friend(Yo! Skitts! Yup. You were a mermaid!), and was pretty much a complete rip-off from the Fairy Realm books, which happened to be my favorite series at the time. Actually, I ran across that series at my library recently, and was astonished to find that, as opposed to what I'd thought, there were like 10 books. I'd thought I'd read the whole series, and there was a whole bunch of books I'd never even heard of! I thought about reading them, but I was too busy with trying to read Shine in one day for Battle Of The Books, and then I forgot.

Alright! Random question time! If you could go back to one time in your life, when would it be? Only back, not forward.
Me, I'd go back to when I was eight. I liked being eight.  No one had moved yet, most of my friends lived within a block, I had no real enemies, there was no huge last-minute English projects, and no one minded much if an eight-year-old tore through their backyard. Nowadays, none of my friends are in walking distance, I've been told quite a few people dislike me, I've got school 5 days a week, and the last time I wandered into someone's backyard, they told me it was private property.
    Or yesterday. Yesterday was pretty fun, or at least the last three minutes of school were.
Or maybe I'd try being a baby again. Being a baby seems boring though, so that'd be a last resort.

Well, I'm off. Maybe I'll actually remember about this little bloggy thing sooner than 7 months from now, but no promises.