Surprise, Surprise it has been 15 days since I even thought about looking at my blog. Sorry. I have been crazy busy preparing for Christmas and spending time with my family. Plus I do my best thinking late at night when I am trying to sleep which hasn’t happened lately, since I am on break. Which is good and bad I suppose.
Good: I actually fall asleep when I want to.
Bad: I don’t have any genius thoughts, they are all mundane.
What all this rambling and apologizing for is to tell you this, I am about to embark on what may be the greatest adventure of my short life. Washington DC, London England, and Valleta Malta here I come. This will be the farthest from home I have ever been and my first time out of the country. I am very excited and can not wait to embark on this adventure. I do have the appropriate amount of nervousness running through my body but the excitement outweighs it. This can mean good and bad things for this blog as well.
Good: When I am flying to London in the middle of the night I won’t be able to sleep, meaning genius thoughts will appear.
Bad: I will go AWOL and forget about this blog and I will never update again. Only time will tell. See you on the other side…or not.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Adventures from The Burrow
Photo shoot on a almost completely deserted campus. Typical Friday night.
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| This should be our Christmas card. |
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| This may be the greatest picture. Ever. |
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| First jumping picture was a success. |
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| Merry Christmas from The Burrow. |
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| Sadly you can't tell that we were laying in a fountain. |
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
Finals Week
I hate finals week, and it isn’t for the reasons you would think. Yes I hate the tests and papers but if I am honest those are more annoying than anything. I have known about these tests and papers since the first day of the semester. I have had time to prepare these assignments, usually I don’t, but I have had the time. So this is not a surprise.
What I really hate is the library, and once again not for the reasons you might think. I don’t study in the library, never have, never will. The library is my work place and that is all. I watch the library all semester with barely anyone in it, but once finals rolls around everyone and their dog is setting up camp. When I work I like to listen to my musicals play list and dance around and sing in the stacks. During finals there are people scattered throughout the stacks studying. There are people hanging out on my stage, how rude. These people are hogging my spotlight. However, do these people stop me from performing? Oh no. Now I just have to watch out and make sure I don’t accidentally booty bump a studying student. Those lucky bitches get to see me perform.
I really wish I could of made this into a dramatic poem. Or a rap
What I really hate is the library, and once again not for the reasons you might think. I don’t study in the library, never have, never will. The library is my work place and that is all. I watch the library all semester with barely anyone in it, but once finals rolls around everyone and their dog is setting up camp. When I work I like to listen to my musicals play list and dance around and sing in the stacks. During finals there are people scattered throughout the stacks studying. There are people hanging out on my stage, how rude. These people are hogging my spotlight. However, do these people stop me from performing? Oh no. Now I just have to watch out and make sure I don’t accidentally booty bump a studying student. Those lucky bitches get to see me perform.
I really wish I could of made this into a dramatic poem. Or a rap
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Open Letter*
* This idea is taken from the brilliant Sassy Curmudgeon
Dear Neighbor,
Turn down your music. No one, and by no one I mean me, wants to hear it. Especially on a Wednesday night during the middle of finals week. When you play your music loudly on the weekends I forgive you, because even though I act like it, I am not an old lady. I am a 21 year old who is supposedly in the best years of her life and I should in theory be out partying and having the time of my life, blah, blah, blah. Instead I am sitting on my couch in my pajamas watching another romantic comedy (I have an awesome life, don’t judge.) Since I don’t want to turn into the bitchy old lady at 21, I will let the loud music slide on the weekends. On the weekends though, not in the middle of the week. All I want to do is sleep, instead I am listening to the thump thump of your bass and singing that sounds like dying cats. (Seriously, what the hell are you listening to?) If it wasn’t below freezing outside and I wasn’t all snuggled up in my bed I would march over there and give you a piece of my mind. Maybe even kick you in the balls for causing me to have to leave my bed. You have been warned. Next time you might not be so lucky.
Sincerely,
Your grumpy and tired neighbor
Dear Neighbor,
Turn down your music. No one, and by no one I mean me, wants to hear it. Especially on a Wednesday night during the middle of finals week. When you play your music loudly on the weekends I forgive you, because even though I act like it, I am not an old lady. I am a 21 year old who is supposedly in the best years of her life and I should in theory be out partying and having the time of my life, blah, blah, blah. Instead I am sitting on my couch in my pajamas watching another romantic comedy (I have an awesome life, don’t judge.) Since I don’t want to turn into the bitchy old lady at 21, I will let the loud music slide on the weekends. On the weekends though, not in the middle of the week. All I want to do is sleep, instead I am listening to the thump thump of your bass and singing that sounds like dying cats. (Seriously, what the hell are you listening to?) If it wasn’t below freezing outside and I wasn’t all snuggled up in my bed I would march over there and give you a piece of my mind. Maybe even kick you in the balls for causing me to have to leave my bed. You have been warned. Next time you might not be so lucky.
Sincerely,
Your grumpy and tired neighbor
So, this is a blog...
Does anyone else ever read something that is really well written and witty and feel like they posses the same powers? You convince yourself that you are that good of a writer and there are people just waiting to read your words because you are a genius. No, just me. Awkward. Well this happens to me more often than I am comfortable with and when I go back and read what I wrote I realize that my writing is just sub-par and I simply have poorly written thoughts slapped together on a page.
Now, this only happens with small things, I have never fooled myself into thinking I could write a book. Me writing a book would be like me running a marathon. Never. Going. To. Happen. This happened again last night when I was wide awake at 2 a.m. I started reading The Sassy Curmudgeon (You should check her out. No seriously, check her out. She is one hot momma.) for 10 hours yesterday and this feeling came back to me. I decided I could keep a blog, it can’t be that hard. There are so many reasons why this reasoning is ridiculous.
Example A: My diaries from childhood. They have nothing of importance to say. Unless the aliens that invade earth want to know everything I ate that day and exactly what I did, those diaries are useless. They don’t even have any emotion in them, you can definitely tell that I was not a literary genius at age 8. They also have approximately 10 entries written in each diary before I promptly forgot about them. Real promising stuff.
Example B: Fanfiction, we used to be best buds during senior year of high school. I used to read fanfics all the time and I somehow fooled myself into thinking that I could write them as well. Luckily the first batch of Gilmore Girls fanfics I wrote only exist in spirals in my bedroom, because they are pretty atrocious. However, by the time I was writing CSI NY and Glee fanfics I had convinced myself that they were masterpieces, they weren’t. The proof is out there on the internet.
Two hardcore examples of why this blog is destined to fail. I simply am not a writer. However, last night at 2 a.m. I convinced myself that I could do this, so I am going to try. I owe it to myself to at least try.
Now, this only happens with small things, I have never fooled myself into thinking I could write a book. Me writing a book would be like me running a marathon. Never. Going. To. Happen. This happened again last night when I was wide awake at 2 a.m. I started reading The Sassy Curmudgeon (You should check her out. No seriously, check her out. She is one hot momma.) for 10 hours yesterday and this feeling came back to me. I decided I could keep a blog, it can’t be that hard. There are so many reasons why this reasoning is ridiculous.
Example A: My diaries from childhood. They have nothing of importance to say. Unless the aliens that invade earth want to know everything I ate that day and exactly what I did, those diaries are useless. They don’t even have any emotion in them, you can definitely tell that I was not a literary genius at age 8. They also have approximately 10 entries written in each diary before I promptly forgot about them. Real promising stuff.
Example B: Fanfiction, we used to be best buds during senior year of high school. I used to read fanfics all the time and I somehow fooled myself into thinking that I could write them as well. Luckily the first batch of Gilmore Girls fanfics I wrote only exist in spirals in my bedroom, because they are pretty atrocious. However, by the time I was writing CSI NY and Glee fanfics I had convinced myself that they were masterpieces, they weren’t. The proof is out there on the internet.
Two hardcore examples of why this blog is destined to fail. I simply am not a writer. However, last night at 2 a.m. I convinced myself that I could do this, so I am going to try. I owe it to myself to at least try.
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