Sunday, January 30, 2011
____No, I won't say it. I refuse to apologize for my lengthy absence. I absolutely and irrevocably refuse.
____Very well. I'm sorry I was gone. But I do have a legitimate excuse (or a few) for my hiatus, such as how I've had lots of school junk, like having to read about 700+ pages in the past three weeks for school (for some people that's nothing, but for me, different story), doing some art stuff, aaaaand having to complete lots of not-so-lovely essays and projects. I thought that your senior year was supposed to be easy. LIES, my friends, lies. I'll say to myself at the start of a week, "If I can just get this week over with, from here on out will be nice for a while," but then after finishing one week, new work flows into the weekend and the next week and it's just a never-ending cycle of wretchedness.
____I would love to write more in this bloggerly post, but alas, the drone of school's doings is battering my ears and will continue to do so until I wage war with it. Farewell, my fair citizens-- hopefully we shall meet again before the moon's phases change too dramatically!
Dress: New York & Co.
Jacket: TJ Maxx
Monday, January 10, 2011
____Ah, what a fine day it is! School was canceled due to the icy roads. As you can see, we didn't really get any snow.. more like a layer of ice that killed everything that was once living. Saw some dead fish in the lake behind as I was taking these pictures with Sir Samuel (my camera) and Jean Bob (ye old trusty tripod, for those of you who are unfamiliar what these odd yet eloquent names are). But not all was dead! Charles the swan (I didn't name him, that's actually his name, he is the neighborhood swan) swam up behind me while I was taking these. I got down on my knees and said hello to him and he swam up to me, hissed at me, puffed his feathers up, and then swam off. He's such a tease, that Charles. I even managed to make a gif of our meeting, which I don't know how to put onto the blog, so here.
____This is the new amazing jacket I got for Christmas. I didn't even get cold wearing it outside, plus it's super comfy! I was afraid that it would be too boxy since it looked to be so on a hanger, but now that I see the pictures, I am liking it more than ever and wondering why I ever thought such a silly thought.
____What do you guys like to do on cold days? Me likes playing the Sims. Seriously, I haven't stopped playing that game ever since I got re-addicted to it over winter break.
Jacket: Christmas pressie
Tights: probably Walmart
Earsmuffies: old, mom's
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
____I always get a bit uneasy before New Year's. Why? Because I start thinking about how the New Years is all about changing an aspect of your life in order to make yourself happier. But the thing is, I'm sort of already happy. Anything I've wanted to change I've already changed, and now the change must simply go through with it's changeliness. I don't know about you guys, but I'm really not one that's for this so-called "change" (*Republican ideology? I'm trying to keep this blog politically neutral, oopsdamn). Whether it be something simple like writing '11 on your paper when before you wrote '10, or something like when that funky facebook changes it's layout yet again and forces you under that omnipotent bridle of a new profile, change is just awkward and uncomfortable. And the fact that this particular change is untouchable except for a number doesn't help the transition of from what seems like the same thing to the same thing.
____But it is inevitable, this change. It haunts us like a prickly cactus does whilst we are strolling through the endless sand dunes of an ice cube, like a sad ghost who lost his ghostly pencil eraser that he needs so dearly since he is unable to utilize real pencil erasers, like the fluffy afro who was shaved from his owner's head and now wanders aimlessly through winding alleys cloaked beneath the darkness of night.
____Clearly what I'm getting at is that I am indeed terrible at this concept of change. I always have been, I always will be. For New Year's, my goal should be to accept change-- definitely, yeah! Let's all go out there and change ourselves, right here, right now! Right? No? You know, I'm good where I am. See? I did it again. I never stick to my resolutions and I think I do better just deciding on my own when something needs to be done. You think it would be the other way around since I'm your average A-type organizational list-maker. But I really do need to start posting more.
____So anyway, if you read all that, what are your resolutions? You serious ones, I mean. Not the ones about losing weight or becoming a better person. I'm talking about your plans to make Pluto a planet again or to have an intense staring contest with a fern. Okay, GO!
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