While coming back from the dead

So I have a blog now. Just because that one kid told me to. So I do.
So today, I sat in bed for a few hours, thinking, about things, that concern me, and that I like. Then got up at like, 11:30 or so. I didn't take a shower. So my mom said I smelled bad. She's so nice. A few hours later I Laid down in front of the heater for around a half hour or so. I think. But I got up, was really tired and really hot, so I laid on the couch with the cat. She left after a while. back onto the computer... then I opened this window, to set up this blog. I asked some people for ideas for a title, and a url, they may have been better than what they are, but whatever, I didn't use them. This tab was open for a long time.
There is cake on the stove. It's wrapped in tinfoil. It was pretty good.
I hate that I know that certain people will read this. So I have to edit things out. I don't think I can just, say these things without thinking about it. They may be the wrong things to say.
Emily is calling me Korilicious.
Elizabeth is looking at porn. I find this funny.
I have an eraser burn on the back of my hand. I find myself every once in a while touching it. It hurts. I don't stop.
I found a red knife this morning. I think it was red. I couldn't tell, it was dark. Or I just don't remember. It was one of those utility ones. Only one of the blades was really sharp. It seemed like you could stab someone with it.
Postsecret has new secrets.
The health teacher doesn't like hot talk, the talk that gets you even madder, or sadder. I kinda like it. Don't make me a zombie.
I like the song Deaf Ears. By The Hourly Radio. I like his voice. and how he uses it too.
I guess I'll end this. I want to end it with something cryptic. I want to end it with something that might be the last line in an episode and you're like "Whoa." or at the end of a movie, and you're left with one final line. Or like in Fight Club "Tyler, I want you to listen to me" "okay" "My eyes are open" and then he shoots himself. somethign liek that. To jsut put an odd note to it. Like, a defining line in the blog. I want that. Talking about things I want, I want to be somewhere else. You know where.