Some Random Reveries: February 2018

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I’ve decided that every month I need to set aside some time on this blog to just talk. Talk about my life. Talk about thoughts I’ve had. Just let myself ramble. (It’s gonna be super boring.) (There are some GIFs, though, so you might want to hang around.)

This blog is, after all, my ‘reveries.’ But how few reveries do I truly post on it? After all, ‘reveries’ are far from professional, and I try to be as professional as I can be. However, I’m not really the ‘professional’ type.

I mean, I’m very professional when it comes to certain things (blame my parents*), but … blogging doesn’t have to be one of those things? And I don’t know why I’ve been taking it so seriously because it is supposed to be fun!

*it actually has nothing to do with my parents, but they are convenient scapegoats for basically anything. Including the lack of icecream in this house. Though that is kinda their fault …

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Speaking of blogging, I’ve actually figured out a system that will help me keep up the posts fairly regular as well as help me be more original, know what I want to post about, etc.

I’ve made time for blogging by saying that’s the #1 thing I do on Sundays.

I also take care of extra blogging at work.
(It’s front desk job, so I work when it’s quiet – e.g. no one coming in the office – and I don’t have a project).



I have a list of potential post ideas put together in one file.

Before, I’ve always had ideas scattered all over the place, so that’s nice.
I have yet to start using them, though. *has so many systems I set up and never use*



I have a kinda-sorta schedule that gives me an idea of what I want to post when.

I figure this I have monthly spotlights, monthly dares, now this monthly rambling post …
And there are other things I’d like to do at least semi-monthly, too.

Hmm … that doesn’t looked very unorganized. Having reveries is harder than I thought. Especially when you have to put them into words. Especially when those words can’t be organized.

Now I’m having an existential crisis because it would appear that non-organizing is hard for me which would make me less like to be ISTP, since people with dominant Perceiving are not too organized.

Of course, my organizes is kinda random. Maybe I’m a random organizer. (You should be my bookshelves.) (They’re organized, but you wouldn’t know it.) (Part of the organization has to do with the size of the books, though; I’m not picky.)

Eh, I’m probably ISTP.

Speaking of being an ISTP … I love driving! (cars, to be more specific)

That doesn’t make sense, I know, until you realize that the stereotype for ISTPs is that they looooovvvveeee machines And while I do like picking things apart (including machines) and getting my hands dirty (I would stick my hands in a puddle of mud just to see how it feels), I’m not necessarily a great mechanic?

But driving cars is just amazing. I love having control over a machine that big. I feel like a boss, y’know?

*me getting out of the driver’s seat*

It’s just epic. And I have this little green Pontiac Grand Am that handles like a dream. I unfortunately can’t take a picture of it, but here’s a picture of a similar make in a similar color.

The sun roof doesn’t work anymore, though, ’cause my little brother broke it.