Bonjour non-followers,
It is 2:03 AM, I'm watching late night TeenNick shows that no one has ever heard of, and listening to my dad snore on the couch next to me. A typical Friday night at home. I had intended to get a lot of work done making ornaments for friends and family, but was sucked into the bowels of the couch and haven't been able to pull myself out yet.
I must be the queen of procrastination. Honestly, no one can put off work like I can. Thus why most of my posts have been made past midnight. But I suppose all of my work gets done eventually. All of the important work anyway. I'm being uninteresting and completely not clever. Not worth your time reading.
Goodnight, my dears, I will continue to watch pointless TV for a few hours and then inevitably fall asleep on the couch. Here's to early morning infomercials, beer-snoring, and a relaxing night at home.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Home Again, Home Again
Ahh, my dearest ghost-readers,
It's always good to be back home: A warm place to snuggle up, the rich aroma of freshly baked cookies in the air, a hot meal simmering on the stove. False. My first moments after arriving back home are filled with a tackle from an over-excited [birthday girl] sister, an excessively sore, hobbling-up-the-stairs [swimmer] brother and frantic greetings from my father cooking linguini [my favorite meal, love my papa]. But it's moments like this that make me glad that nothing has changed. My now thirteen year old sister still farts constantly. My seventeen, wanna-be-surfer brother still wears obnoxious headphones. Our German Shorthaired Pointer smells worse than ever. And I love them all the more for it.
Our family revolves around the sharing of eccentricities. There really isn't a normal one in the lot, and that includes my extended family. My family gatherings are like nuclear hazards [haha, nuclear, like nuclear family, haha.. ha.... ha...]. During the holidays, the overwhelming combination of our extensive, individual oddities combusts into an explosion of alcohol-indused cheer, trashy, white elephant gifts, and false hill-billy teeth. But that's a story for another day.
Thanksgiving is right around the corner and it's at our house this year, which means a large-scale nuclear-family-explosion is in my future, in fact it will be in my living room. But don't get me wrong, I love family gatherings. I am a proud and strange member of my family with an equally explosive personality, but that doesn't mean that I shouldn't take the necessary precautions. Unfortunately, my hazmat suit is at the dry-cleaners from this past Easter, but do not fret. I will be equipped with a military-grade gas mask and a taser for when situations get out of hand.
I wish all my best to you and your family, ghost-readers, on this Thanksgiving. Here's to a freshly-cleaned hazmat suits, enough green beans for twenty-two guests, and the family who loves you at your strangest.
It's always good to be back home: A warm place to snuggle up, the rich aroma of freshly baked cookies in the air, a hot meal simmering on the stove. False. My first moments after arriving back home are filled with a tackle from an over-excited [birthday girl] sister, an excessively sore, hobbling-up-the-stairs [swimmer] brother and frantic greetings from my father cooking linguini [my favorite meal, love my papa]. But it's moments like this that make me glad that nothing has changed. My now thirteen year old sister still farts constantly. My seventeen, wanna-be-surfer brother still wears obnoxious headphones. Our German Shorthaired Pointer smells worse than ever. And I love them all the more for it.
Our family revolves around the sharing of eccentricities. There really isn't a normal one in the lot, and that includes my extended family. My family gatherings are like nuclear hazards [haha, nuclear, like nuclear family, haha.. ha.... ha...]. During the holidays, the overwhelming combination of our extensive, individual oddities combusts into an explosion of alcohol-indused cheer, trashy, white elephant gifts, and false hill-billy teeth. But that's a story for another day.
Thanksgiving is right around the corner and it's at our house this year, which means a large-scale nuclear-family-explosion is in my future, in fact it will be in my living room. But don't get me wrong, I love family gatherings. I am a proud and strange member of my family with an equally explosive personality, but that doesn't mean that I shouldn't take the necessary precautions. Unfortunately, my hazmat suit is at the dry-cleaners from this past Easter, but do not fret. I will be equipped with a military-grade gas mask and a taser for when situations get out of hand.
I wish all my best to you and your family, ghost-readers, on this Thanksgiving. Here's to a freshly-cleaned hazmat suits, enough green beans for twenty-two guests, and the family who loves you at your strangest.
New at Life
Greetings nonexistent readers!
Today marks the grand opening of my "New at Life" blog. I guess I never really thought of myself as a blogger, but here we are. It's kind of a sad thought, that I am sitting in the lobby of my dorm room at 2:30 in the morning before an 8:00 test and found it necessary to create a blog. Someday, I will be officially diagnosed with ADD and my misguided, unfocused world will make sense, but until then I will remain a college student with an unhealthy addiction to procrastination.
My blog is titled "New at Life" because I like to think that I have my whole life in front of me, that I know absolutely nothing about the way things are. [P.S. Miscellaneous movie moments will be inserted throughout the blog. They will always be italicized. I will be extremely impressed if you can recognize them, I tend to remember random fragments and voices from movies that people never seem to remember. This one happens to be from Babe.] Sorry, it's the undiagnosed ADD.
But about "New at Life." I am extremely excited to start college fresh as a new person. I have escaped many of my high school peers and am learning to be myself around everyone, rather than just my closest friends. So far, everybody seems to like me that way, and I like me that way, as silly as that sounds. So today, November 23, 2010, [my sister's 13th birthday] is the beginning of a new awareness. A new awareness of self, of life, and, hopefully, of the dangers of procrastination on your sleeping schedule and your test scores.
Off to bed with me, imaginary readers. Here's to months of posting on a blog that nobody will read, four hours of sleep before a journalism test, and a new start.
Today marks the grand opening of my "New at Life" blog. I guess I never really thought of myself as a blogger, but here we are. It's kind of a sad thought, that I am sitting in the lobby of my dorm room at 2:30 in the morning before an 8:00 test and found it necessary to create a blog. Someday, I will be officially diagnosed with ADD and my misguided, unfocused world will make sense, but until then I will remain a college student with an unhealthy addiction to procrastination.
My blog is titled "New at Life" because I like to think that I have my whole life in front of me, that I know absolutely nothing about the way things are. [P.S. Miscellaneous movie moments will be inserted throughout the blog. They will always be italicized. I will be extremely impressed if you can recognize them, I tend to remember random fragments and voices from movies that people never seem to remember. This one happens to be from Babe.] Sorry, it's the undiagnosed ADD.
But about "New at Life." I am extremely excited to start college fresh as a new person. I have escaped many of my high school peers and am learning to be myself around everyone, rather than just my closest friends. So far, everybody seems to like me that way, and I like me that way, as silly as that sounds. So today, November 23, 2010, [my sister's 13th birthday] is the beginning of a new awareness. A new awareness of self, of life, and, hopefully, of the dangers of procrastination on your sleeping schedule and your test scores.
Off to bed with me, imaginary readers. Here's to months of posting on a blog that nobody will read, four hours of sleep before a journalism test, and a new start.
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