A Bug in the Toilet

  Yesterday, after I finished taking a shit, I turned around to flush and there was a bug in the toilet.
  See, my writing has become so flaccid and pathetic that I have to start a blog post with that intro.
  It is true though.
  When I turned around there was a bug (of a type I have previously waged a war on and by "war" I mean catch them and throw them out the window) upside down in the water, flailing his little legs for dear life. I couldn't blame the poor bastard. He had just been attacked by human defecation and a heap of blood clots and menstrual blood. I looked at him for a few seconds pondering how I could get him out but considering that it felt like a crocodile was gnawing away at my pelvis and I really didn't want to reach into the mess I had just made, I closed the lid and flushed. I felt really bad and did actually flinch when I flushed the toilet but given the situation, I believe it was the kindest course of action.
  That would have been the highlight of my day but I decided to down some muscle relaxers and pain relievers and hopped on a bus to the mall which was my original  plan for the day.
  I left early because I like to go to the mall and sit in the eating area where the skylights let in so much natural light that I could sit there and read forever. But I can't  because even on a weekday the mall noise starts to act up to an unbearable degree about two hours after opening. But it was nice to have that time, period cramps and all.
  Today I am going to the ballet which warms my heart because even if I still have trouble dancing myself I will be as close to both the place and the thing that I love most in the world (bunny friend aside. Yup, new bunny, more on that later).
  I'll sign off here because I should really eat breakfast.
  Ta-ta.
  -Erin

Plan Pony at the mall. Not sure where I was when this was taken.

  I keep starting posts trying to properly express what I'm feeling but it's not going so well. But third time's the charm, right?
  The basic message is this: I don't want to express my opinion anymore because it's the unpopular one and I am sick of having the same arguments with people over and over and over again.
  Bam.
  I watched a Korean movie a few days ago and needless to say, the English subtitles could use some work. At the end something was said that went sort of like this (and bear with me because my broken memory is trying to remember this from poorly translated subtitles): You can't keep fighting. All we can do is continue being what we are.
  What it meant was that you shouldn't exhaust yourself fighting when things have gone so horribly wrong and are out of your control. To continue doing what you're doing and hope that that will make a difference. Basically, it's another way of putting that Gandhi quote "Be the change you want to see in the world." but I liked how the movie put it better. Also, that quote is so over used and not-followed that I don't even want to say it.
  So that's where I am at right now. I don't want to talk about my opinion. It will inevitably sneak it's way into my writings because I'm not going to stop being me. I like who I am even if no one else does. People would here say they like me! But if they knew what I really thought, they probably wouldn't.
  So while I had some horribly translated English subtitles help me out, I still don't feel like I'm expressing what I'm feeling. Maybe writing isn't the right outlet for it.
  Whatever. I guess this is the post with no point.