Friday, October 26, 2007

Mid-Midterms.

Yellow and red abound, leaves falling, stylish jackets, cool breeze... ah yes, it's that time.

It's midterms.

... And they blow.

I feel a certain sense of duty to my new blog, like I really ought to be updating more often to break it in... but every time I sit down to regale the world (read: handful of people who read this; maybe Craig and/or... my mother) with whatever I've been up to, the big bad "you should be studying" midterm guilt monster swoops down and smothers my creative "chi". You know, kind of like that stupid hand in the Forest Temple in Zelda: Ocarina of Time when you're in the middle of finding that last poe and---hmm, no. We'll leave that reference there.

Tonight, however, I'm putting aside "critical thinking" and the Peloponnesian War(s) and getting "crunk" for my wife's long-awaited 19th. It will be a celebration of class, style, martinis, and the fact that now Steph can actually come to bars with us.


... Screw you, midterm hand monster.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Typical Western Blog.

I've moved house (read: blog). For years I've been threatening to do it, so I decided there was no better time than now to grow a pair and make the switch. New school, new city, new life; it's an opportunity for a sort of renaissance, if I may say---to reinvent myself (hopefully for the better, and not in a skanky Britney Spears nosedive sort of way), and find a new identity. Or even, maybe, to remind myself that I actually have an identity and that I haven't lost it in a pile of text books and essays... you know, I guess it could go either way.

As an English student, I maintain that starting a blog is practical. It keeps my writing sharp and gives me a pressure-free environment to play around with style and structure. As an almost-twentysomething single girl, however, a blog is a great venue to rant about pop culture, shoes, and what fabulously interesting stuff is going on in my life, even if I secretly realize the painful narcissism of it all.

So count that as my ice-breaker. Let the one-man (read: woman) party begin!