Oh god now I have that awful song in my head. Ohhhh ohhhh, don’t be tardy for the party.

No, no must refocus.

What I mean to say is that I am a punctual person.

When I need to be somewhere, I’m usually 5-10 minutes early. My Blackberry is perfect because I can always entertain myself cruising the Web or killing time on Twitter.

I hate the feeling being late and people waiting on me.

This weekend, I was 45 minutes late to brunch thanks to being hungover and oversleeping and it made me scream like a five year old girl when I looked at the clock.

Fortunately, some of my friends always run behind schedule so I know if I get delayed on the bus or anywhere that I have a little cushion when we go out.

I do have one friend though that is always late. At least 15-20 minutes late.

If he says 7 p.m., he actually means 7:20 p.m. What cracks me up is why he’s late. Usually it’s because he’s watching TV, playing video games, talking on the phone or enjoying a drink in his apartment. And he never calls to tell you he’s late either. Once, we were supposed to meet at 7:30 so I showed up at 7:45 and he actually beat me to the restaurant and asked, “Dude, lost your watch? I’ve been waiting.” Yeah he was waiting for two minutes, which still puts him 13 minutes late. And no, he wasn’t kidding.

And I think that’s what bothers me the most is when people don’t call to tell you they’re running late.

In this age of cell phones, Blackberrys, iPhones, email, smoke signals and pigeon carriers, you can always take two seconds to send a note saying, “hey I’m running late.”

Yes, my tardiness this weekend made me think about this.

What about you? Are you usually on time to running late? Do you have a lot of friends that are always late too?

Oh blogging. I love it but sometimes I feel like it does more harm than good.

When I started blogging, I shared the link with some family members so they could be a part of my life in Chicago, mostly because I didn’t see or speak to them often.

Then it bit me in the a** a few times. People took offense to what I was writing about or what I wasn’t writing about and that they were mentioned on the blog.

And to them I said, “if you don’t like it, don’t read it.”

But recently, I found out additional people started reading my blog, unbeknownst to me, and found in the archive some posts about my behavior and themselves that they didn’t like.

Part of me wants to say again, “if you don’t like it, don’t read it,” but a part of me feels that exasperation like, OMG I can’t make ANYONE happy.

Blogs evolve and so do the things we talk about on them. And what we write about won’t make everyone happy. For me, blogging is a creative outlet that allows me to talk about things I feel and want to in my own voice. Sure, I may come off b*tchier, lazier or crazier on here, but hopefully for those who know me IRL and have read this for awhile, you know that’s not the case (I’m actually 10x awesomer in person).

But now that I find myself with unhappy IRL people again and I feel very unsure about how to proceed. Do I let myself be censored on a blog that is about me and my life/challenges? Or do I stay the way I am now and maybe be more mindful. Or do I say, f*ck it?

It’s a tough call.

I do know that this blog isn’t about trashing people or saying anything crazy, super, hyper negative. But maybe I need to redefine what I consider “blogworthy.”

What about you? Do you have topics you never discuss on your blog? Or how have you handled situations where your blog has upset family or IRL friends?

New movie review: I love period pieces with some scenes of shirtless men, so I’m reviewing Sherlock Holmes!

Oh and I promise the review blog isn’t becoming all movie reviews. Shopping stuff is coming up soon!