My small family of nerds.

For the longest time I thought that my family unit of three (my mother, my brother and me) were normal. But today I finally realized that I was dead wrong.
Today for a good half an hour, my mother and I played a rousing game of globe, and it hit me; this is weird.
If you are unaware to what the game of globe is, it is in fact when a globe or an atlas is used almost as a game board, and where the main purpose is to know (or sometimes guess) a country's capitol.
The first time I ever brought up the game of globe with friends I thought I'd never see so many horrified faces in one room.
The idea of geography being fun was some how terrifying, and since then I have been very guarded about what family traditions I share with friends.
For instances I doubt many families gather together and watch Jeopardy daily, as if it were a spiritual experience. And I doubt that too many families settle in on Tuesday nights to watch the ever exciting Nova series on PBS.
Don't get me wrong, I love my family and all, but sometimes I wonder what would happen if my family just took part in "normal" family activities.
I'm actually unsure as to what a "normal" family activity would be.
Perhaps a family game of football?
No, that wouldn't work, my entire family is athletically challenged.
Maybe a day of fun card games?
That won't work either, I don't even think my family owns a deck of cards.
It seems that my family is incapable of being normal. But to be fair we don't try very hard to fit in in the first place.
For instance, for Christmas my mother would always buy us the presents we asked for, but she always got us gifts that tested our minds. I remember from one year I got a microscope and a slide making kit, and to be honest I think it was best gift I ever received (I like to think that that gift sparked my love of science).
And my mother always tried to get me and my brother into huge discussions about the present state of the world.
Without my mother I think my family would be pretty normal, but this family would be an empty one.
My mother's propensity to gain knowledge and pass it down to her children is what makes my family real.
Without my mother's love of knowledge our family would be bland and lifeless. The nerdy-ness my mother adds to our family makes it feel like a real, loving family.
As corny as that sounds, it's true. I could not live in a normal family.
I thrive in a nerd setting. My life is based on the single fact that, I am indeed, a nerd.
And without my nerdy-ness I would cease to exist.
So I no longer will I hide my nerd habits and traditions. From now on I will be proud to tell anyone that will listen about the moon's gravitational presence on the breeding habits of moon snails. I will proclaim to all that I know how to fractionally distill a miscible substance. And I will challenge anyone who is willing to a rousing game of globe, not caring what expression is on my opponent's face.

What is this "fun" you speak of?

I've forgotten how to have fun, I'm completely pathetic. The only reason I bring this up is that I'm a second year university student and I don't do anything, actually that is a lie I do homework, but then after that it's back to nothing.
Shouldn't I be having more fun than my body can handle?
This is the time in my life where I'm supposed to have the most fun I can without suffering any consequences .
I turned 19 in June and have yet to go to one of my town's local bars; pathetic.
This past weekend I went on a picnic; pathetic.
The highlight of my weekend was that I bought a plaid dress; again pathetic.
I did physics homework, on a Friday; beyond the measurable amount of pathetic.
I think back to high school, and I remember the times I had with friends being labelled "fun".
But in actuality I don't think I had that much fun in the first place. I don't even talk to half of the people I went to high school with, let alone spend time with any of them. Really how much fun is watching people you don't even like get drunk and throw up on themselves?
I think I should rephrase my first statement, I don't think I've ever had fun.
It's been settled, I have no clue what fun is.
I need to know what fun feels like.
Fun, fun, fun.
Even the word has lost all meaning to me.
Perhaps I'm just destined to be keep the scale or boring and fun level. Maybe I'm an important factor in keeping everything the way it is.
The people that have fun on a regular basis depend on me to keep them from slipping into the abyss of pathetic. Me and the rest of my boring people keep order in the world, without us there would be chaos, actually there wouldn't be any chaos and that would be what the problem was.
So in fact my lack of fun was predestined for me, and I must maintain it or else the rest are doomed.
I must finally come to understand the fact that I will never have fun, ever.
Oh well, I'm over it. I think there's some physics homework to be done around here somewhere...

I don't expect much from this blog, so in turn neither should you.

I don't expect much from this blog, so in turn you shouldn't either.
I'm a science student, that can't spell, let alone write an eloquent, smart witty sentence.
So don't take anything I say into reality, leave it where it is.
In this small world, this small blog exist to take small words and string them into small sentences that in turn make small stories.
And these small stories belong to a small girl (me) that just needs a place to write, because she wants to express herself in a medium different then clay, paper, and vinyl toys.
So read these small words for what they are; small. Don't expect this blog to hold anything big, or large, or even huge, because this blog will only ever hold small insignificant words that make small insignificant stories.