Even Google Ads is mocking me. I really can't even tell you what this whole google adsense thing is. I was bored some random night at about 1am when i tend to do my blogging, and i saw something about make money off your blog by advertising. I have no idea if this is legit, nor have i read any of the 5 emails sitting in my inbox regarding my account. I have no clue how it works, how it picks the ads, if they pick it based on your content, or if you can even pick your own ads. What i do know is that with my all but 2 followers (No thanks to you illegitimate readers.. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE! Create a login and follow me already!) I intend to make no money. I signed up more so out of curiosity and intend on removing this function shortly.
And then I happened to notice my Google Ad while pulling up my blog tonight.
Waking up at 2am?
Get a full nights sleep.
Curious, and disregarding the one and only Google Adsense rule i happened to have glanced over which is the invalid clicks of clicking on your own ads, i was brought to a website for Lunesta - Prescription Sleep Aid.
Even Google is making a mockery out of me. Maybe it's a sign that i should talk about my sleeping disorders a little less. Which would leave me talking only about the idiosyncrasies of school, which just so happens to be my life right now. If only I could go on and on about the adventures of Jon & I's relationship without him getting furious with me, then I'd REALLY have blog material worth reading with material completely relatable to everyone who just isn't willing to admit it themselves!
Then again, I'm sure you don't want to read about how I was on my way OUT of the mall with all intentions of leaving Jon there to walk home (It's across the street..literally.. so don't feel bad for him). I have always referred to Jon as my disobedient 3 year old shopping companion, as literally in the nanosecond that i turn to eye up the Target dollar bin, i turn around a second later to find Jon has gone all David Blaine street magician disappearing act on me. Many an argument has ensued over this situation. It ends up in us completely losing each other and having to call each other and track each other down. So input a quick target run with the one and only mission of getting envelopes and turn that into me forgetting my phone on this what was supposed to be 2 minute Target run, Jon acting like he's David Blaine, and then me standing in the spot he left me for about 20 minutes just waiting for him to make his way back to me. All patience was lost, so luckily we found each other in the doorway as i was walking out to leave him there. Yes, that sounds very mean, but i can literally sit on my front steps and see Target, so he could have easily walked home. If Megan can make the foot crawl over there at 5am on Black Friday, Jon can do it!
Ah yes.. If only i could blog about my relationship.. Then again, i really don't want ad's for Dr. Phil either. There's no winning with you Google Ads!