About Me

I came from another site called diaryland.

Just to get a much asked question out of the way first thing. I call my blog Rants of the Confused. Because as anyone who looks back on my blog can tell I’m confused about most everything at one point in my life or another. Yes sure I do figure it out most of the time. But I’m still confused more than any one person should be. I have been called Dazed and Confused because in truth that’s what I am.

Now, since I got that out of the way. I’m 20 years old. Trying my hardest to understand the adult world as it has been dealt to me. Been to job corps once. Technically I completed March 26, 2008 but truthfully I got sent home because I was being a rebel first time away from my parents control and all and got into way too much trouble. But since I was complete they had to complete me out instead of Terminate me. I’m done with the rebellion thing now because I’ve seen what it can do to a person.

Some have said that I’m just a good girl from the wrong side of the tracks. Me I call myself, the good girl, from the family of major dysfunction. If you look up dysfunctional family in the dictionary you see a picture of us. Mostly because of our size. Sometimes because of the rebellion all of us went through after we left home for the first time. Because of major strict parents who thought everyone was dishonest.

I’m super smart. But I don’t always use my intelligence to my benefit. Sometimes I wish I used it more than I have in the past.

I would love to meet Mr. Right. Because I want my happily ever after. I’ve met plenty of Mr. Oh So Wrongs in my life. And at one point or another i thought they were the right person for me. Later on I figured out I was wrong.

Have a huge crush on my best guy friend since forever, really since we were around 3, and he has one on me. Complicated as it is. Who knows what might really come to pass with us?

Now you guys know why I’m so confused all the time.

People think they would love to trade lives with me. But that’s just because most of them don’t know the real me. Or the real parts of my life that are only known by family, a few close friends. And couple dozen or so strangers that have never met me and who only know of me from behind a computer screen.