Chapeau!

It's one of those gorgeous grey days that has me thinking about the UK and Washington, two places a lot rainier than here.  Autumn, my favorite season, is lapsing into the cold, hard winter.  Luckily there are still a few bright spots left between the bare branches of the trees around here, so this cloudy day isn't quite as colorless as it could be.

I've been pretty busy, finishing up The Courser and getting it ready to go live.  The Courser is the blog for the student newspaper here on campus (well, one of them).  I finished it at about 1am this morning and was so bugged by it, seeing as I had been working on it since about 4 in the afternoon, that I put it on public and commenced writing my Approaches to Literature paper.  I know, my priorities need to be sorted.

So, here, go look at The Courser.  Please.  Share it with your friends.  Check out The Accolade, too.  I'd be much obliged.

Other than that shameless self-promotion, I don't really have a reason for writing.  It's raining now, but it looks more like mist than rain.  I hope that it stops before I have to go out.

...See, these are the things that go on in my mind now.  There's nothing profound or funny or blog-worthy in the slightest.  I'm just working, trying to keep my head above water until the semester ends and I get a break.

But that's not even a big deal.  I take my life way too seriously sometimes.  I think everyone does.  You let yourself drown a little, maybe for the drama.  Maybe so it ends the monotony of everyday life.  You hate it, you lose your head, you screw up your priorities and get close to being unable to function.  Secretly, though, you  love it.  Procrastinators always act like DIDs (damsels in distress), as if there is some man with a gun to their head telling them they can't start or finish a project until the night before it's due.  The truth is, I think most of us do it on purpose.  We do it for the long nights spent writing a paper that we've known about for a week and a half, because although we hate it while it happens, we have to admit that it's a little bit satisfying, finishing up 10 minutes before class starts.

We're also an intentionally disorganized lot, but I'll save that for some other ranting blog post.  All that you need to know about me right now is that I'm thinking of the United Kingdom and Washington, two ancestral homes in very different ways, it's raining outside and it makes me feel like I'm in a film, and I've just turned in a solid B- paper because I was too busy working on The Courser to start it.

I'm not mad.  I'm thoroughly content with my life.  Today is my friend Emily's 20th birthday, and we just went out for Chinese for her birthday lunch.  There was the tiniest little strawberry pie thing and I saved the tin because I have an incredibly childish love for miniature things.

Did I mention that it looks like a little silver hat?

Chapeau!

This is my life.  Hope you're alright that this is completely unorganized.

Hay Rambler

This morning we had a little adventure.  We went for a drive at around 8am and found these giant hay bales that we just had to take pictures of...

Actually, no.  My friend Mia wanted to do a photo shoot because she loves photography, so my friend Megan and I agreed to help her out.  Great friends we are, right?  It was only about 50 degrees when we went out in search of a location, seeing as it was 8:30am.  We stopped halfway to our planned location because of said giant hay bales that were sitting along the roadside.  Mia took her pictures, I was schooled in the art of modeling (apparently there's an art to it that I didn't know about), and we retreated back to the car before we could freeze our fingers and toesies off.

What else have I done today?  Nothing, really.  I just finished watching Pride & Prejudice, my favorite movie, and it was splendid as usual.  I was jumping up and down by the very end, bugging everyone.  

This weekend has been slow coming.  Maybe it's the changing seasons, but I've been in a downer mood for practically the whole week, and it makes the days drag on and on.  I find myself thinking about everything and anything.

I've been thinking about this blog.  I've always felt weird about having a blog, even though it's nearly been a year now and you'd think I'd be over talking about myself at this point.  Nope, I'm not.  It's still weird and I still feel conceited and uncomfortable when I blog, sometimes.  Every now and then.

Sometimes I think I'm a bit too forward here.  As I've said before, I don't proofread these things.  Whatever I write down is what ends up on the internet, published beneath my name.  A pretty big deal when you get to thinking about it.  Anybody can read this stuff.  And am I writing for a cause or purpose?  No.  I don't even know who reads this anymore.

I get comments every once in a while about my blog from people that I don't expect, which is the only reason why I keep going.  For whatever reason, you guys keep reading this stuff.  People I hardly know read this stuff.  I'm very flattered, by the way.  :)  Even when I ramble on about nothing, you come back and read the next time, hoping it's better.  I don't know why.

I'm sorry my week hasn't been interesting, readers, and I'm sorry my brain is so fried that I'm having a hard time stringing words together.  This is one heck of a semi-complaining rambler, so I'm going to cut myself short before I say anything too embarrassing.

Thanks for reading.  Thanks for sticking by me.  Thanks for being my friend.  I really appreciate it.  I shouldn't feel lonely or sad, now should I?  Nah, I've got you!

Goodnight, reader.  Sleep tight.

The Awkward Blog

Hey there, internet!  How are you?  Dandy?  Swell?  Horrible?  Sorry if you're that last one.

I am pretty alright, myself.  I've reached the near end of my rope with these two-hour classes.  Good thing the first block is almost over.  Then I'll finish with one of the classes, and be down to two for the last month.  Unfortunately I still have to get up at 8, but I won't have any classes on Tuesday and Thursdays, which will be nice.


What have I done?  Well...  This week, I have:
-written a song
-started to learn how to play said song on the guitar
-danced in a thunderstorm
-adopted a dog for a night
-gone longboarding
-played the piano and harmonica


And it's only Tuesday!  Quite the successful week so far, don't you agree?  Right now I'm eating jellybeans and wondering what to do with myself for the next hour.


You probably want to hear my song.  Unfortunately, Gina is a very busy girl, and I can't play the guitar, so we haven't smoothed it out, by any means.  I really wrote mostly lyrics, anyway.  Basically, 'tis not ready to be heard.  I keep obsessively changing it and trying to perfect it.  It's looking to be a permanent work in progress, I think.


And no, you don't want to hear me sing it a capella.  


In other news, I want a guitar
longboard
job
excellent Southern accent
new pair of headphones
good singing voice
Pocahontas coloring book
tan
cabinet full of food

Don't worry, because if you paid attention to that list, the word 'job' was buried in there.  I want a job with which I can pay for all of these things, incrementally.  Also, add car to the long-term Wants list.

That's it, really.  Do you miss the way that I would go off on a preachy tangent about something?  Maybe I'll be in the mood for that tomorrow.  I'm much too tired tonight, although it's not even 11pm.

I made a present for you.  Sorry that it's so extremely... awkward and all.  I didn't have anything to tell you.

BUT SERIOUSLY.  Formspring.  Email.  Comments.  Some days I honestly don't even know if anyone reads this.  I can never tell unless I get feedback of some sort.  So, be a pal, press the 'like' button on this Facebook post or write a comment below.  Or, even cooler (major brownie points), formspring me or email me.  You can find my formspring and my email in the Q&A section.

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