ME

Ok, so this is going to be one of those short posts.

Park.

When was the last time you got really excited to go to the part? Because I don't remember. Parks stopped being fun about the same time boys stopped having cooties. Which is obviously never, but people pretended one happened, so why not the other?

Anyways, I just want to have one of those moments again. Where I'm sitting on the swings, laughing and giggling and snorting (because when I'm really really laughing, genuinely in hysterics, little pig-snorts will sneak out and I'll sound like a congested hyena), and there's nothing on my mind.

I want that again, please.

On another note, here is my to-do list. Its in red because red is my least favorite color, and I really hate homework.

so.

P202: Ch. 4 and 5

P300: Reaction Paper 2, Project 2, Read Child Molester Paper29-42, Read Textbook p66-79, Ch 4

H250: Translate Script for Thursday, Article due Feb 14th, Regular HW due Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Bulbalim due Sunday at Midnight

P324: Review Ch 1-3 for test NEXT MONDAY

P100: Practice Saints Go Marching for Monday-->Hearing Tuesday

P199: Self Assessment due Tuesday, Resume due 2/22 (talk to Jan VD about looking over it?)

P401: IMAGE project due Feb 22, Annotated Bibliography due Feb 15th

Aren't to-do lists weird?! I write the funniest things.

Child Molester Paper? You're probably thinking its a how-to guide, but thats gross, and also not true. Its actually an interesting discussion of the definition of what certain terms are that fall under that heading.

Now that I've thoroughly disgusted you with my major...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 This last one reminds me of a few things. Someone I know from camp--who is a very special, talented and insightful friend--attempted to show me how to sail this summer. It was a short, happy experience for me, and its one of the memories I hold most dear. Every day, I wish for the calm, the content and the carefree feelings I had on the lake that afternoon. Every day, I try to channel those feelings into my heart as best as I can.

Every day, I also try to drink as much caffeine as is (or is not) healthy.

Despite the fact that ballet dancers are very susceptible to falling into eating disorders, having bone problems, muscle problems and all sorts of nasty-foot-related-disease-mutant-things...

...they can do really cool shit and take really pretty pictures all the time.

Also. I would KILL to be able to do the splits. Or touch the ground without bending my knees. Or...like do that kicky thing where they hold their foot in their air, thigh next to the ear and everything.

On the other hand, sleezy guys might only rely on the flexibility pick up lines; I'm not athletic or any of that, so the pick up lines they give me are usually more creative than lewd or suggestive.

so. bendy-body, creative pick up lines.

which do you want?

Also, yes I saw the Black Swan, yes it freaked the fuck out of me.

No I am not a ballerina (HA), but yes it would be fucking epic to be one. Just not a self-destructive one like Natalie Portman's character, and not a fucking psychopathic one like Mila Kunis'.

A Sad State of Affairs

That's what this blog is right now.

Here are things that I want to happen on this blog over the next month/week/unforeseeable future.

1. Actual posts; things that happen to me that are funny, embarrassing, interesting or that provoke insightful thoughts and make me feel like I should share things with the internet.

2. A photo-blog. One thing I've learned from this love affair with tumblr is that pictures (and captions because I'm a writer, therefore I like to see the babbly-gook in my head on the screen being transmitted to you unwitting picture-seers and word-haters), are a great way to make people read without actually reading. And its also a great way to make a point. And see pretty things that I like.

3. Videos and music. Because I like both of these things, and because I said so, that's why.

4. Short posts. Because no one likes to read my mini-epics.

On that note, I'm going to give you a mini-story about my life right now. Here goes:

so this is what a double hitter is.

It was a decent pitch, straight but a little weak; it wasn’t going fast enough. smack the ball just past shortstop and second, into the infield but between the players. The ball is just close enough to one player that he can run and pick it up and throw it in about an 8 second sequence. You sprint from home to first, pulse there for half a second, then make a mad sprint for second and just barely slide through to safe.

That’s what it feels like when your doctor says your common cold from last week has turned into a bad sinus infection and a little bit of bronchitis in your left lung.

My diseases have decided to go around the diamond in my body, and are all “haha, fuck you we’re winning.”

I think the Mucinex on home, the Amoxicillin on third and the copious amounts of Tylenol in the field beg to differ.

So there. Strike out already, I need to go to class.

Also, fuck the superbowl, lets get to baseball season already.

This text is green because it symbolizes most of what I am made of right now. Which is phlegm. 

You really wanted to know that, Internet, I know you did.

Thank you.

Also, I've been off of caffeine because of said diseases, and have headaches because of it. :( I want my morning (and afternoon...and evening) mojo back!

This text is brown....

Because I miss coffee and coffee is brown.

Oh come on. I'm not that gross.