Sad.

Had a family member pass away on the weekend. Well, a biological family member. I never knew him, but he was the father of my father. I feel distant about it. Sad, but distant. I never knew him. I feel more for my father than I do for myself, or for him. Its a very mixed up set of emotions. I wish May would just go away. This is getting ridiculous.

Blah.

Some days, I feel like I'm an ant. Tiny, scurrying around, getting all this stuff done at an amazing pace. But in the end, it all feels pretty pointless. I'm not being negative on purpose, or a martyr, but what is the point really? There has to be one. If there's not... that, my friend, is depressing.

Explaining more.

This blog is my chance to get out all the thoughts and ideas that have been stuck inside my head for such a long time, especially about the last few months. I might post poetry or song lyrics I've written (and if this is the case, all intellectual property belongs to me and no you CAN'T borrow it :P), random thoughts, whatever. I'm going to use this as a kind of therapy, I guess. So... hang on for the ride. :)

Why 'headballz'? Read on :)

Why 'headballz' as a title?

I was listening to a song my mother was playing today, called 'It Takes Balls to be a Woman' by Melinda Schneider. First it made me laugh. Second, I thought to myself - there is no way in hell I would like to have balls. How freaking ANNOYING would that be. I have enough problems with my boobs! However, Melinda has a point. It DOES take a lot of balls to be a woman. So, I'm thinking perhaps we need a different type of balls. We need balls for the head, and for the heart. So - women need balls, HEADballz. ;)