You thought I'd stopped, didn't you?

Yeah... and by you I guess I mean me because I'm the only one who reads this. Then again, I guess I don't even mean me because I haven't logged on in like months. 
But anyways, 
hi! This hasn't happened in forever. Like really, though. 
But happy 2014!! I stayed up till midnight and ate whip cream on a spoon when the clock struck midnight because I can't drink alcohol and we didn't have any grape juice! 
So I thought for 2014 I'd make some changes to this blog. 
First off, I think posts should start having a theme. Because usually it's just me throwing words that sometimes don't even make sense onto the page about what I've done (somewhat) recently. 
So without further ado, Welcome to Theme Thursday! (jk it's Sunday but I thought Theme Thursday sounded better) Or, Super Sunday... or Sweet Sunday... Sing it Sunday?
This isn't working. This is just a blog post on Sunday where I'm going to talk about my pet peeves.
And I'm not complaining, I'm just listing some of the things that I'm not a fan of. 
First off, I don't like loud noises. Especially in the morning. If a door slams in my house, or even if I trip and fall down or something, I don't like that noise. 
Second, if you're a magical dinosaur with wings like me (you thought I stopped saying that too, didn't you?) then you've got a ton of shampoos, soaps, lotions, toothpastes (yes I have 2 tubes of it) all over your counter. And if you reach for something, and accidentally knock  just one of those things over, it's like domino effect and the next thing you know your shampoos are on the floor, your soaps spilled on your toilet, there's lotion on the ceiling and your two tubes of toothpaste are no where to be found. Not to mention when everything catapults from your counter it makes a loud noise so when you combine that with the pet peeve above and it happens in the morning you can just imagine the chaos for me. 
Finally, I don't like it when I'm trying to work or draw or something and there's no space on my desk. Sometimes I go nuts and erupt into this cleaning rampage even if I'm in the middle of writing a paper because I can't stand it so much.  It can also drive me crazy when there's too much stuff on my bathroom counter, so you'd think I'd just clean it and avoid those three pet peeves all together. I mean, I like space, so you'd think I'd clean my room before it gets that bad, but well, that doesn't really happen.
So yep!
-The Magical Dinosaur with Wings who just wrote a blog post after several months and wrote about it's pet peeves though it wasn't really complaining but rather just informing the reader who shouldn't take grammar advice from this sentence because it's such a run on