Boycotting Paragraphs

I really hope that nobody reads this blog. I really don't have anything important to say. Right now, my life is pretty boring. Boring isn't necessarily bad though. I am happy. I'm enjoying life. I live in a great house that Lindsey and I both love. We have jobs that pay our bills. We are provided for. Most of the time we don't have too much worry. And if we do have some worry it doesn't last very long. Sure, we have plenty of problems... But there's so much in life to be thankful for. There's mewithoutYou screaming in French. There's every album MxPx ever released. There are people who show love to other humans. I want to be one of those who are selfless. There is the wilderness, creation. I love going into the mountains and loosing cell phone reception. You are forced to respect everything about the wilderness. Wow, my thoughts are so scattered. Maybe it's because I forgot to eat breakfast and I drank extra strong iced coffee. I'm a bit jittery. Or maybe that's just the way I am. Sometimes I wish I could focus. Sometimes I wish I were smarter. I think intelligence is the just the ability to sort out and remember your thoughts. I know there's probably more to intelligence... But that's just an observation of mine. I know it's hard for me to remember everything I read on a page. I hate that. I wish I could know more about what I'm reading. Sometimes Lindsey and I will read a page from the Bible then we'll talk about it. I'm embarrassed. Sometimes I have to let her go first because I don't remember a lot of it. I hate taking tests too. That's probably why I'm incredibly average. It's alright. Live goes on. Lindsey loves me. That's the best feeling in the world. Sometimes we disagree. But at the end of the day it doesn't matter because we love each other. And we going to have a baby together. That might be the most exciting and most scary reality. We just want to be good parents. We want our baby to be healthy. Today I'm boycotting paragraphs. This is just one blob of random thoughts. I hope nobody reads this, cause then people can see how I think. I just like to keep a history--for myself and now for my child. (If there are errors in this then I'm sorry. I don't feel like proofreading this.)