Today is a special day...well, for me it is, I don't know that anyone else really gets the significance today holds.
It's my blog's birthday. A year ago, today, I wrote my very first blog post. I had no idea what I was doing, and I had no idea that anyone would ever bother to read my words other than myself and the five people I could manage to con into giving me feedback.
A lot of things have changed since then...I'm in the process of adding several other areas of study to my current major. New friends have come into my life and old friends have left. I've learned things about myself and the people I love. I've discovered that I do in fact like yogurt and italian salad dressing (not together though). I've discovered the joy of Pandora and Pinterest, rather than iTunes and Facebook.
Sometimes things have changed only to end up dumping me back at square one...my hair is back to its Little Orphan Annie look after having been blonde, bright red, brown, black, and pink, all in varying degrees of length. I've quit coffee several times, only to resume my addiction even more seriously than the previous time after each attempt. I've changed my writing style several times, only to end up right back to just plain writing without ever considering the grammatical correctness. I'm back to curling up with the good old NKJV at the end of the day, rather than the ESV.
It's strange for me to look back at my posts from the past year. In some cases it's a struggle for me to find myself in some of the things I wrote. In others I feel like I'm looking in a metaphorical mirror.
I'm hoping that after this post all of the nostalgia will be out of my system, because it's really getting kind of old. It's strange for me to reminisce so much...usually I'm caught up in the future (I think it goes back to the whole Annie mentality of holding out for "Tomorrow."). I meant to be up-beat in this post, but now I find myself making another pot of coffee and staring at myself in the mirror across from my bed (which is code for I'm starting to mope for no good reason). So I'm going to conclude my ramblings and turn on some Michael Jackson and dance around so that I don't waste the rest of the day lying around doing nothing.
PS Sorry that my writing has gotten so disjointed lately, I'm not sure what's up with me. Just rest assured that if you're having trouble finding the point in my thoughts, you're not alone because I'm not even sure what the point is in all the stuff on my mind lately.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Nostalgia
I'm not a terribly nostalgic person, but this past week I've really been missing my childhood...
Earlier in the week I saw one of my best friends from elementary school. She doesn't seem to have changed at all, and seeing her made me miss they days when she and I would play in the dirt and run around pretending to be horses. I'll never forget the time she tried to make me into a beauty queen and I ended up with a face covered in blush. (Then she tried to fix it by covering a loofah with soap and water and then pressing it into my face...I'm amazed I'm not blind.) I'll never forget the silly games we would play. I'll never forget how desperately we wanted to be grown up and on our own...
Now I find myself wishing I could go back to those times. They were much more simple. Everything seemed more magical. There were no limits. The future hadn't happened yet, so I could imagine that I really could do anything I wanted.
I hadn't yet realized that science was a mystery that I would never solve, so I could still imagine myself as a doctor. I hadn't yet realized that I really would never hit that growth spurt I was counting on, so I could imagine myself as a tall, blonde, beautiful model. I definitely hadn't realized that things really were much more complicated in the real world, so I could imagine that as a grown up my only problem would be deciding where to live.
Most of all, I hadn't realized that I never really would be grown up. I hadn't realized that there wouldn't be a day of recognizing that I was done growing. I hadn't realized that there really isn't a point in time at which a person stops changing.
It was with these thoughts that I went to my Grandma's eightieth birthday party. I saw cousins and relatives whom I hadn't seen in five or six years. I saw old family friends whom I hadn't seen in an even longer time. I had a good time, and was able to rest and relax more than I have in a while. It was good.
But the nostaglia hit me harder than ever.
My mumzy and I drove by my grandparents old house, and it filled me with a strange mix of emotions. I have so many good memories tied to that house...getting stuck in trees (I was always the one who had to be rescued.), making pies with my Grandpa, hiding under a table from all of my cousins so that I could read a book in peace, playing the piano for my Grandma, throwing biscuits at all of the nasty cats my Grandpa kept around....
I miss those days. I really miss them. But I'm so glad that I got to have them in the first place. I'm so thankful for them.
And I made some good new memories this weekend...I heard some new stories about my Grandpa, and how fond of me he was (it's always nice to hear about how someone loved you), it's now become a tradition to push my cousin Lee's face into a piece of cake every time we have a party, and I also managed to get in some pseudo-sister time with my cousin Emma. And of course, everyone fell in line with the family tradition of constantly offering me food. I can't tell you how many times someone told me to go get another piece of cake or how many times someone asked me what sort of diet I'm on...someday this darn metabolism will slow down!
While it was a semi-sad, nostalgic weekend for me, it was nice, because I left feeling really loved. I guess I hadn't really thought about how much I love these crazy people before, but I really do...I really do. And it's nice to know that they love me back.
Earlier in the week I saw one of my best friends from elementary school. She doesn't seem to have changed at all, and seeing her made me miss they days when she and I would play in the dirt and run around pretending to be horses. I'll never forget the time she tried to make me into a beauty queen and I ended up with a face covered in blush. (Then she tried to fix it by covering a loofah with soap and water and then pressing it into my face...I'm amazed I'm not blind.) I'll never forget the silly games we would play. I'll never forget how desperately we wanted to be grown up and on our own...
Now I find myself wishing I could go back to those times. They were much more simple. Everything seemed more magical. There were no limits. The future hadn't happened yet, so I could imagine that I really could do anything I wanted.
I hadn't yet realized that science was a mystery that I would never solve, so I could still imagine myself as a doctor. I hadn't yet realized that I really would never hit that growth spurt I was counting on, so I could imagine myself as a tall, blonde, beautiful model. I definitely hadn't realized that things really were much more complicated in the real world, so I could imagine that as a grown up my only problem would be deciding where to live.
Most of all, I hadn't realized that I never really would be grown up. I hadn't realized that there wouldn't be a day of recognizing that I was done growing. I hadn't realized that there really isn't a point in time at which a person stops changing.
It was with these thoughts that I went to my Grandma's eightieth birthday party. I saw cousins and relatives whom I hadn't seen in five or six years. I saw old family friends whom I hadn't seen in an even longer time. I had a good time, and was able to rest and relax more than I have in a while. It was good.
But the nostaglia hit me harder than ever.
My mumzy and I drove by my grandparents old house, and it filled me with a strange mix of emotions. I have so many good memories tied to that house...getting stuck in trees (I was always the one who had to be rescued.), making pies with my Grandpa, hiding under a table from all of my cousins so that I could read a book in peace, playing the piano for my Grandma, throwing biscuits at all of the nasty cats my Grandpa kept around....
I miss those days. I really miss them. But I'm so glad that I got to have them in the first place. I'm so thankful for them.
And I made some good new memories this weekend...I heard some new stories about my Grandpa, and how fond of me he was (it's always nice to hear about how someone loved you), it's now become a tradition to push my cousin Lee's face into a piece of cake every time we have a party, and I also managed to get in some pseudo-sister time with my cousin Emma. And of course, everyone fell in line with the family tradition of constantly offering me food. I can't tell you how many times someone told me to go get another piece of cake or how many times someone asked me what sort of diet I'm on...someday this darn metabolism will slow down!
While it was a semi-sad, nostalgic weekend for me, it was nice, because I left feeling really loved. I guess I hadn't really thought about how much I love these crazy people before, but I really do...I really do. And it's nice to know that they love me back.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Psalm 119:73-80
Your hands have made me and fashioned me;
Give me understanding, that I may learn Your commandments.
Those who fear You will be glad when they see me,
Because I have hoped in Your word.
I know, O LORD, that Your judgments are right,
And that in faithfulness You have afflicted me.
Let, I pray, Your merciful kindness be for my comfort,
According to Your word to Your servant.
Let Your tender mercies come to me, that I may live;
For Your law is my delight.
Let the proud be ashamed,
For they treated me wrongfully with falsehood;
But I will meditate on Your precepts.
Let those who fear You turn to me,
Those who know Your testimonies.
Let my heart be blameless regarding Your statutes,
That I may not be ashamed.
These have kind of been my thoughts these past few weeks, and it was nice to wake up and read them this morning. I love the book of Psalms so, so much. It's so comforting to know that David thought and said and did and prayed a lot of the same things I do. He and I must be kindred spirits...
Give me understanding, that I may learn Your commandments.
Those who fear You will be glad when they see me,
Because I have hoped in Your word.
I know, O LORD, that Your judgments are right,
And that in faithfulness You have afflicted me.
Let, I pray, Your merciful kindness be for my comfort,
According to Your word to Your servant.
Let Your tender mercies come to me, that I may live;
For Your law is my delight.
Let the proud be ashamed,
For they treated me wrongfully with falsehood;
But I will meditate on Your precepts.
Let those who fear You turn to me,
Those who know Your testimonies.
Let my heart be blameless regarding Your statutes,
That I may not be ashamed.
These have kind of been my thoughts these past few weeks, and it was nice to wake up and read them this morning. I love the book of Psalms so, so much. It's so comforting to know that David thought and said and did and prayed a lot of the same things I do. He and I must be kindred spirits...
Friday, October 28, 2011
Yet Another Round of Crafting
This time my friend and I went all out. We did the project where you hot glue crayons to a canvas and then melt them with a hair dryer. Here are our results:
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Tuesday, October 25, 2011
My first real confession in a really long time...
I don't really want to write this post. But it's one that I've needed to write for a while now. And now it's crunch time, because I feel like I won't have a moment's peace until I get these words out there.
I don't want to write the things I'm about to write because most (if not all) of you people reading this are going to thing I'm being stupid and overly analytical. I've put off this post because I'm afraid of what people who read it are going to think. Which is ironic because caring what people think is a big part of the reason this post needs to be written.
So here it goes...(PS I've become famous lately for my overly long introductions into actually getting to the point of things...)
I owe every single person who has ever read this blog an apology. I also owe myself a pretty big apology. Most of all, I owe the LORD an apology.
Here is the reason for giving out said apologies: I have used most (if not all) of the words I have posted on here in selfish, thoughtless ways. I have posted silly, stupid things because I wanted to impress people. I have mindlessly poured out my heart to random internet readers because I wanted people to think of me as being intelligent, spiritual, wise, perfect, beautiful, and funny. I have given little pieces of my heart to the freaking internet! I have shared things that weren't supposed to be shared because I wanted attention.
I thought that if I could create this amazing sounding life online, then somehow I would become that girl. I would become the girl who is super-creative and funny. I would become the girl who always has inspiring thoughts and convictions. I would become the girl who has it all together.
I'm not that girl.
When I started blogging, my heart was in the right place. It really was.
But as soon as I started seeing statistics and gaining readers and getting feedback from random people about how much they liked my work, it turned into a monster. I turned into a monster.
Rather than speaking genuinely from my heart, I started sitting around thinking up inspiring things to write about. Rather than sharing the real (and slightly embarrassing) convictions the LORD was placing on my heart, I chose to make up nice, deep-sounding things and pretend like those were what GOD was teaching me. I wrote based on my 'Target Audience.' I wrote based on the types of numbers I thought I would get. (Even now, it's very difficult for me not to throw in some numbers just so that you can see how popular my blog is. And the only reason that sentence is making it into this post is because it shows just how prideful I am about this whole thing.)
I feel so fake.
I've become one of those girls who says one thing and does the complete opposite. Actually, I've been that girl for a while and I'm just now waking up to it. Deep down, I've known the truth for quite some time, but I wouldn't allow it to actually reach consciousness because I knew that when it did, it would hurt.
Man, I'd forgotten what it feels like to actually share something I'm seriously convicted about on here. I'd forgotten the simultaneous sense of embarrassment and relief. I'd forgotten what it felt like to actually be passionate about my words, instead of just proud.
So here is my promise to you, as a reader. I will never ever make up another thing. I will never ever waste my words and your time on silly, meaningless things. If I don't have anything worthwhile to say, I just won't say anything. Because the numbers just aren't worth it. I would rather be a real girl with no followers and no blog hits than a fake girl with hundreds of followers and millions of blog hits.
If I'm not writing solely for the purpose of glorifying GOD, my work is meaningless. I ought to write things because I know that they will make Him smile, not because I want to make you, as a reader, smile (not that both of you smiling wouldn't be a nice perk). I ought to share my heart with the intention of allowing the LORD to speak through me, not with the intention of demonstrating how spiritual I am.
Anyways, that's my apology. And my soapbox. Sorry it was so long. If you're willing to stick around some more, I do have a nice little addendum:
Regardless of the fact that I've been writing with the wrong attitude and mindset, I do still feel like the LORD has really used my work. Which I think is cool, because it goes to show that GOD can take our screw-ups and use them. His strength is made perfect in our weaknesses.
I don't want to write the things I'm about to write because most (if not all) of you people reading this are going to thing I'm being stupid and overly analytical. I've put off this post because I'm afraid of what people who read it are going to think. Which is ironic because caring what people think is a big part of the reason this post needs to be written.
So here it goes...(PS I've become famous lately for my overly long introductions into actually getting to the point of things...)
I owe every single person who has ever read this blog an apology. I also owe myself a pretty big apology. Most of all, I owe the LORD an apology.
Here is the reason for giving out said apologies: I have used most (if not all) of the words I have posted on here in selfish, thoughtless ways. I have posted silly, stupid things because I wanted to impress people. I have mindlessly poured out my heart to random internet readers because I wanted people to think of me as being intelligent, spiritual, wise, perfect, beautiful, and funny. I have given little pieces of my heart to the freaking internet! I have shared things that weren't supposed to be shared because I wanted attention.
I thought that if I could create this amazing sounding life online, then somehow I would become that girl. I would become the girl who is super-creative and funny. I would become the girl who always has inspiring thoughts and convictions. I would become the girl who has it all together.
I'm not that girl.
When I started blogging, my heart was in the right place. It really was.
But as soon as I started seeing statistics and gaining readers and getting feedback from random people about how much they liked my work, it turned into a monster. I turned into a monster.
Rather than speaking genuinely from my heart, I started sitting around thinking up inspiring things to write about. Rather than sharing the real (and slightly embarrassing) convictions the LORD was placing on my heart, I chose to make up nice, deep-sounding things and pretend like those were what GOD was teaching me. I wrote based on my 'Target Audience.' I wrote based on the types of numbers I thought I would get. (Even now, it's very difficult for me not to throw in some numbers just so that you can see how popular my blog is. And the only reason that sentence is making it into this post is because it shows just how prideful I am about this whole thing.)
I feel so fake.
I've become one of those girls who says one thing and does the complete opposite. Actually, I've been that girl for a while and I'm just now waking up to it. Deep down, I've known the truth for quite some time, but I wouldn't allow it to actually reach consciousness because I knew that when it did, it would hurt.
Man, I'd forgotten what it feels like to actually share something I'm seriously convicted about on here. I'd forgotten the simultaneous sense of embarrassment and relief. I'd forgotten what it felt like to actually be passionate about my words, instead of just proud.
So here is my promise to you, as a reader. I will never ever make up another thing. I will never ever waste my words and your time on silly, meaningless things. If I don't have anything worthwhile to say, I just won't say anything. Because the numbers just aren't worth it. I would rather be a real girl with no followers and no blog hits than a fake girl with hundreds of followers and millions of blog hits.
If I'm not writing solely for the purpose of glorifying GOD, my work is meaningless. I ought to write things because I know that they will make Him smile, not because I want to make you, as a reader, smile (not that both of you smiling wouldn't be a nice perk). I ought to share my heart with the intention of allowing the LORD to speak through me, not with the intention of demonstrating how spiritual I am.
Anyways, that's my apology. And my soapbox. Sorry it was so long. If you're willing to stick around some more, I do have a nice little addendum:
Regardless of the fact that I've been writing with the wrong attitude and mindset, I do still feel like the LORD has really used my work. Which I think is cool, because it goes to show that GOD can take our screw-ups and use them. His strength is made perfect in our weaknesses.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
I'm kind of in love with Fall...
So I know that I keep posting about how excited I am about it being Fall, but I just can't help myself. I just love this time of the year!
I have been crafting like nobody's business. Yesterday I made this:
I have been crafting like nobody's business. Yesterday I made this:
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| "With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?" -Oscar Wilde- |
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| My roommate and I made these jars too! They're covered in paint and epsom salts so they look snowy and they have tea lights inside them! They're really cool! We covered a bunch of sparkling grape juice bottles too! |
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| This is my pecan roll. I bought it at Panera this afternoon. I'm really excited about it. |
Friday, October 21, 2011
Some Random Fall Stuff
So I know I've been a little out of touch lately, and for that I'd like to apologize my dear, lovely readers. However, it was completely unavoidable! Things have just been crazy and busy, and thus, I've taken to neglecting you.
Fall is here! I know I've already posted about that, but I can't help but being super excited about it still! I love fall! I love holidays! I love all of the stuff that comes along with this time of year! I love the scarves and the coats and the extra coffee that I can justify drinking because it's cold and I love the excuse to just stay indoors and read a book or make food or craft projects! Right now I'm just sitting in bed listening to Michael Buble/Sara Bareilles/The Chronicles of Narnia soundtrack while writing out this post and drinking a gallon of coffee...sigh...
Last night I made the most amazing cake! I like to call it Peanut-Butter-Chocolate-Deliciousness...sigh...that was such a good cake...
Anyways, this was my second attempt at this cake, and I think I have finally perfected the recipe!
Here's the recipe: (Warning: not for the faint of heart! Only attempt if you have much time and patience!)
4 tablespoons unsalted butter
1 cup all purpose flour
1/4 tsp baking soda
1/4 tsp baking powder
1/4 tsp salt
1/2 cup tightly packed brown sugar
1/3 cup creamy peanut butter
2 eggs
1/4 cup sour cream
1/4 cup hot water
1/2 tsp pure vanilla extract
1/2 cup semi sweet chocolate chips
Preheat oven to 325F.
Line the bottom of a 9 x 13 pan with parchment. Set aside.
Combine flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt.
Mix together brown sugar, peanut butter and butter for two minutes. Add eggs and mix for another 2 minutes. Scrape down the sides and mix for another minute.
Add half of the flour mixture and mix until incorporated about 20 seconds. Then add the sour cream, mixing again for 20 seconds. Gradually add the remaining flour mixture. Add the hot water in a slow, steady stream and mix on low to combine, about 30 seconds. Add the vanilla and mix for another 10 seconds. Add the chocolate chips and use a rubber spatula to finish mixing the ingredients until thoroughly combined.
Spread the cake batter in the pan. Bake for about 22 minutes.
Chocolate Peanut Icing
1/2 bag of chocolate chips
1/2 cup heavy cream
1/8 cup granulated sugar
2 TBSP peanut butter
1 TBSP unsalted butter
Place the chocolate in a bowl and set aside. Heat the cream, butter, peanut butter and butter in a saucepan over medium heat. When hot, stir in the sugar. Bring to a boil. Pour the creme mixture over the chocolate. Wait 5 minutes and stir the mixture until smooth. Place in fridge for about 5-10 minutes and place into a pipe bag.
Assemble:
Cut cake in half. Pipe half of the icing on top of one half and spread it around, then place the other half on top of that. Pipe the rest of the icing in a pretty design on the top! Serve! Enjoy!
(Sorry I didn't get any pictures! We ate it as soon as it was done!)
This is where I borrowed the recipe from. I tweaked it a bit though.
Other things I have been doing lately in celebration of this lovely time of year:
Fall is here! I know I've already posted about that, but I can't help but being super excited about it still! I love fall! I love holidays! I love all of the stuff that comes along with this time of year! I love the scarves and the coats and the extra coffee that I can justify drinking because it's cold and I love the excuse to just stay indoors and read a book or make food or craft projects! Right now I'm just sitting in bed listening to Michael Buble/Sara Bareilles/The Chronicles of Narnia soundtrack while writing out this post and drinking a gallon of coffee...sigh...
Last night I made the most amazing cake! I like to call it Peanut-Butter-Chocolate-Deliciousness...sigh...that was such a good cake...
Anyways, this was my second attempt at this cake, and I think I have finally perfected the recipe!
Here's the recipe: (Warning: not for the faint of heart! Only attempt if you have much time and patience!)
4 tablespoons unsalted butter
1 cup all purpose flour
1/4 tsp baking soda
1/4 tsp baking powder
1/4 tsp salt
1/2 cup tightly packed brown sugar
1/3 cup creamy peanut butter
2 eggs
1/4 cup sour cream
1/4 cup hot water
1/2 tsp pure vanilla extract
1/2 cup semi sweet chocolate chips
Preheat oven to 325F.
Line the bottom of a 9 x 13 pan with parchment. Set aside.
Combine flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt.
Mix together brown sugar, peanut butter and butter for two minutes. Add eggs and mix for another 2 minutes. Scrape down the sides and mix for another minute.
Add half of the flour mixture and mix until incorporated about 20 seconds. Then add the sour cream, mixing again for 20 seconds. Gradually add the remaining flour mixture. Add the hot water in a slow, steady stream and mix on low to combine, about 30 seconds. Add the vanilla and mix for another 10 seconds. Add the chocolate chips and use a rubber spatula to finish mixing the ingredients until thoroughly combined.
Spread the cake batter in the pan. Bake for about 22 minutes.
Chocolate Peanut Icing
1/2 bag of chocolate chips
1/2 cup heavy cream
1/8 cup granulated sugar
2 TBSP peanut butter
1 TBSP unsalted butter
Place the chocolate in a bowl and set aside. Heat the cream, butter, peanut butter and butter in a saucepan over medium heat. When hot, stir in the sugar. Bring to a boil. Pour the creme mixture over the chocolate. Wait 5 minutes and stir the mixture until smooth. Place in fridge for about 5-10 minutes and place into a pipe bag.
Assemble:
Cut cake in half. Pipe half of the icing on top of one half and spread it around, then place the other half on top of that. Pipe the rest of the icing in a pretty design on the top! Serve! Enjoy!
(Sorry I didn't get any pictures! We ate it as soon as it was done!)
This is where I borrowed the recipe from. I tweaked it a bit though.
Other things I have been doing lately in celebration of this lovely time of year:
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| Enjoying my daily cup (or pot...) of coffee. Yes, I am a full-fledged addict again. Aren't my nails super cute?!? My friend did them all Fall-y for me! |
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| In celebration of the Fall, I have begun the task of reading all seven of the Harry Potter books. Again. |
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| And of course, I have to maintain my girlish side with some Jane Austen and Emily Dickinson. Random fact: the movie Leap Year has become my new go-to chick flick. I'm not a huge chick flick chick, but this movie has kind of done me in. |
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| I've definitely had more than my fair share of sparkling grape juice lately...next to coffee, that's the best stuff in the world. Anyways, I've been collecting glass bottles and jars to decorate for Christmas with! I have a super amazing idea, but I'm not going to share it with you until I'm finished with it! For now, there's just a bunch of glass stuff sitting around my room. |
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Fall is here!
Today I walked back to my room between my composition class and my poetry class, and I realized something: fall is here! I came to this realization because I started shivering as the wind hit my face. Of course, fall decided to make its appearance on the day that I'm wearing a dress!
Thankfully I was headed back to my room, so I was able to make a pot of coffee and pull out fuzzy socks and a scarf. These things made me happy.
Thankfully I was headed back to my room, so I was able to make a pot of coffee and pull out fuzzy socks and a scarf. These things made me happy.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
I'm kind of in the Christmas Spirit...and it's October.
Yes, I will admit it, I have already started listening to Christmas music.
Also, thanks to pinterest, I have turned into one of Santa's little elves. I've also managed to suck some of my compradres into helping me make this stuff!
We've already managed to acquire plenty of supplies too!
Also, thanks to pinterest, I have turned into one of Santa's little elves. I've also managed to suck some of my compradres into helping me make this stuff!
We've already managed to acquire plenty of supplies too!
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| Yes, those boxes are all full of craft stuff, and yes, there is an enormous amount of yarn escaping out from under my bed. |
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| Hopefully nobody notices that the jars in the glass recycling have suddenly disappeared. |
Friday, October 7, 2011
LOL
I have a question: since when is lol the new period? Someone pointed out to me the other day that rather than using standard punctuation, most people just end their sentences with lol. This bothers me. Personally, I think that the letters lol just look like a guy drowning. I don't think he's laughing out loud. That's my rant for the day.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
My Security Blanket...I mean hat.
It's one of those days...I just woke up from accidental nap l,000,462. In the library. I thought if I took myself out of my usual sleeping environment then I might actually get the butt-load (yes, that's a technical term) of stuff I need to get done, done.
Instead I feel asleep on top of a ginormous stack of books. Should have had the extra cup of coffee...
Anyways, I thought now would be a good time to tell you about my security hat seeing as I'm currently wearing it and I also need to wake myself up somewhat before I delve into the depths of studying suicidal poets for my poetry class. I got it this summer, and it's taken on the role of security blanket in my life. I put it on after looking at myself in the mirror today. This is me wearing my security hat. Am I not just the cutest darn thing you've ever seen in your whole life?
Instead I feel asleep on top of a ginormous stack of books. Should have had the extra cup of coffee...
Anyways, I thought now would be a good time to tell you about my security hat seeing as I'm currently wearing it and I also need to wake myself up somewhat before I delve into the depths of studying suicidal poets for my poetry class. I got it this summer, and it's taken on the role of security blanket in my life. I put it on after looking at myself in the mirror today. This is me wearing my security hat. Am I not just the cutest darn thing you've ever seen in your whole life?
Monday, October 3, 2011
My Novella
Okay...so I'm doing something I've never done before and I'm seriously uncomfortable about it...but it's now or never, right? And I mean, I was super scared when I first started blogging and that turned out swimmingly, didn't it?
Anyways, lately my creativity has reared its ugly head and started turning every person I come into contact with into characters, and every place I go into settings, and every argument I have into conflicts, and every funny thing that happens to me into some sort of ironic sub-plot and every...you get the picture. So because of all that I've taken on numerous huge writing projects. And one of them is an online novella. It's rough, and it's my first attempt at writing something fiction specifically so that people can read it, so...I'm having a lot of trouble letting it be read. As in I'm so uncomfortable with this that I'm making this post longer so that you have to read more in order to get to the link at the end. I just feel kind of naked letting people read my stuff. Metaphorically speaking, of course.
So here it is.
PS I've been sitting here trying to make myself hit publish for the past ten minutes.
Anyways, lately my creativity has reared its ugly head and started turning every person I come into contact with into characters, and every place I go into settings, and every argument I have into conflicts, and every funny thing that happens to me into some sort of ironic sub-plot and every...you get the picture. So because of all that I've taken on numerous huge writing projects. And one of them is an online novella. It's rough, and it's my first attempt at writing something fiction specifically so that people can read it, so...I'm having a lot of trouble letting it be read. As in I'm so uncomfortable with this that I'm making this post longer so that you have to read more in order to get to the link at the end. I just feel kind of naked letting people read my stuff. Metaphorically speaking, of course.
So here it is.
PS I've been sitting here trying to make myself hit publish for the past ten minutes.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Missing Some Stuff...
I'm feeling a little nostalgic today...
It all started when I un-subscribed to the College Board SAT e-mail question a day thing...I've gotten those e-mails for years. My mumzy signed me up for them so that I could practice for the test every day. Honestly, in all the years I've gotten those, I think I probably answered ten. And of course, after I actually took the SAT I just stopped looking at them and automatically hit delete. So today, I decided that seeing as I am now a sophmore in college, I should just un-subscribe to them. So I did it. And for some strange reason a little wave of sadness hit me.
Then I started thinking about my beloved Borders again...I got a message from Barnes and Noble the other day telling me that they were taking over my Borders account. For someone who still carries the little Borders card on her key ring, that message did not make my day. I miss that store. I spent so much time there, and honestly I think my heart will just break if they turn mine into a clothing store or some other such nonsense.
Then for some reason I started thinking about the mole that fell off of my face. It never came back. I find this seriously dissapointing because of the ten million moles on my body, my favorite one had to be the one to go.
There are some random people I've been missing lately too. Namely, my friend Steve from Korea. We had one of those strange friendships where you're really close when you go to the same school, but then when you live a million miles apart keeping up with each other doesn't seem as important. I mean, we still talk from time to time, but it's not the same (especially because I don't have to sit and decipher his accent anymore!).
So of course, after thinking about all of the little things and people and places that are no longer in my life, I made myself a cup of coffee (PS my addiction is back and it's alive and kicking...I'm back up to half a pot a day.), got a bowl of Marshmellow Mateys, got back in bed, and started blogging. Because coffee, food, and my bed can solve anything. Granted, it would be a lot better if Puppy were here...
It all started when I un-subscribed to the College Board SAT e-mail question a day thing...I've gotten those e-mails for years. My mumzy signed me up for them so that I could practice for the test every day. Honestly, in all the years I've gotten those, I think I probably answered ten. And of course, after I actually took the SAT I just stopped looking at them and automatically hit delete. So today, I decided that seeing as I am now a sophmore in college, I should just un-subscribe to them. So I did it. And for some strange reason a little wave of sadness hit me.
Then I started thinking about my beloved Borders again...I got a message from Barnes and Noble the other day telling me that they were taking over my Borders account. For someone who still carries the little Borders card on her key ring, that message did not make my day. I miss that store. I spent so much time there, and honestly I think my heart will just break if they turn mine into a clothing store or some other such nonsense.
Then for some reason I started thinking about the mole that fell off of my face. It never came back. I find this seriously dissapointing because of the ten million moles on my body, my favorite one had to be the one to go.
There are some random people I've been missing lately too. Namely, my friend Steve from Korea. We had one of those strange friendships where you're really close when you go to the same school, but then when you live a million miles apart keeping up with each other doesn't seem as important. I mean, we still talk from time to time, but it's not the same (especially because I don't have to sit and decipher his accent anymore!).
So of course, after thinking about all of the little things and people and places that are no longer in my life, I made myself a cup of coffee (PS my addiction is back and it's alive and kicking...I'm back up to half a pot a day.), got a bowl of Marshmellow Mateys, got back in bed, and started blogging. Because coffee, food, and my bed can solve anything. Granted, it would be a lot better if Puppy were here...
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