In Which I'm Slightly Sappy and Embarrassing.

First of all I don't usually sit at my desk fantasizing about my future eternal flame.
Usually this is how I feel about goopy romantic stuff: blegghhh.
Best friend? You betcha. But the cutesy cheesy stuff can be skipped thankyouverymuch. In fact it really cracks me up (when I should be going all weepy) when someone describes their ideal cuddlemuffin like this, "I just want someone who will hold me when I cry, and who will be there when I call him in the middle of the night."

What does that mean exactly? Is my life abnormally void of drama? Am I supposed to be sobbing more often in the wee hours of the morning? Because when I cry I just get snot everywhere and want to be left alone. And in the middle of the night? Yeah I'm sleeping. Don't wake me up. My heart was never ripped to shreds. Smushed maybe. But mostly I'm good.

No Bruno Mars song for me.
(Cause I'd catch a grenade for ya.
Throw my hand on a blade for ya.
I'd jump in front of a train for ya..)

What exactly am I doing in the path of trains and grenades anyway? Sounds like a personal problem to me. Also. I really hate it when ya is substituted for you. And I'd much rather my lovely cinnabuns stuck around instead.

But today I'm feeling slightly.. eh who knows. Perhaps in light of my upcoming birthday I'm thinking more of my family and future relationships. Or maybe being almost twenty I'm coming to terms with my old maid destiny. I mean, 20 and unmarried? Preposterous! (Sarcasm) So I do sometimes wonder what my precious angelbabe will be like. Mostly because I've noticed that my favorite couples seemed to meet when both were really involved in their respective interests, and those interests overlapped. And boy do I have some weird interests.

My version of the Bruno Mars song would go something like this.

"cause I'd listen to KRCL with ya
read the New York Times with ya
go to the arts festival with ya..

We could shop at the DI
Eat organic foods till we die
(and then binge on really junky food)

see I would rock climb through all the pain
read books to enlarge my brain
yeah i would sit through bad movies with ya baby
and you can do the same
woah wooah woah"

and I hope he doesn't mind that I sometimes snicker at overly romantic moments. I can't take a compliment very well. It usually ends up in giggles. And being "sexy" is like the farthest thing from my comprehension. Really, can you imagine a romantic conversation between me and said shnookums?

"Darling let me whisper you sweet nothings of human biology. Centrosomes. Glucose. Mmm. And then we can study together."

Yowza.

Too hot to handle.

Good luck babe.

All Over the Place

I feel like this blog has reached the place where I so often find myself in life.

Pointless.

I want to be taking a direction.

I'm trying to be more fit - what about a fitness blog?

I'm trying to better understand politics and the issues facing today - what about doing the research and then trying to explain it in simple terms?

I'd love to learn how to cook, some simple recipes? Some cooking techniques?

But then I just love being sarcastic and blogging about paper towel dispensers too much.

I'm afraid that it's just going to remain a hodge podge of ideas and topics. Because really, that's the most accurate representation of me I can give. I'm writing this for me - a cathartic exercise if you will. I'm trying desperately to find my voice, my opinions, my viewpoint of the world.

I'm not going to excel in any one subject. I'll be.. average. But you know what? I think it's a good thing. Because life is made of many facets. It's beautiful because of the variety. And oh boy do I have variety up the wazoo.

Quote

"I hate a Roman named status quo! Stuff your eyes with wonder, live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. Ask no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal. And if there were it would be related to the great sloth which hangs upside down in a tree all day every day, sleeping its life away. Shake the tree and knock the great sloth down."

Fahrenheit 451

Greetings

Hi

Howdy

Hola (or Hjola for Ms. Simon)

Hey

Yo

S'up

Hello

It's been awhile. Intentionally. I took my break very seriously. But now that I'm back in school I have homework to procrastinate. Which means I'm going to be blogging lots. Currently I'm pretending I don't have a February 1st application deadline. I'm also pretending that writing essays will come blissfully easily, flowing from my brain into my little sausage fingers. (Thanks for that complex Klepper.) Cheers to an overactive imagination.

But really, I have lots of randoms to share. Look forward to: phone calls with "Lori", yurts, deep thoughts, and poems.

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