Randomness seems to be "in."

Writing for the sheer sake of doing so

I'm way too tired to write any kind of story...so here's a short and sporadic thought.

I think randomness has become some kind of unspoken fad among a lot of teenage girls. Check out their myspace "About Me"s. There are a startling amount of these self-descriptions that look a lot like this: "My name is Sarah, I'm 15 years old and I'm a freshman in high school. I loooooove mint chocolate chip ice cream. I have a lot of purple shirts. I got a puppy for my 12th birthday. My mousepad is pink. I love lip gloss. I hate girls who talk shit. If you don't like me, guess what, I don't care, that's your problem, not mine. I love the All-American Rejects. I have three freckles on my right knee. I am random! I have long blond hair, that I sometimes wear with a headband. I have the best friends in the whole entire world!!!! They are always there for me!!! I like gymnastics. I like pinepples on my pizza. I like tall boys with curly hair and bright blue eyes. I HATE cleaning. My little brother is a brat. I want to live in a mansion when I grow up."

The list can go on and on and on. I find it ridiculous that in spite of all the details they hold, long-winded paragraphs like this are so mind-numbingly boring and so blatantly lacking in even a resemblance of a coherent description. (Sorry. Got a little carried away with words there.) There seem to be a startling amount of people that know nothing more about themselves than the fact that they like pineapple pizza and pink mousepads.

My goodness, some teenagers are fascinating.