The sun and I are destined to be bitter enemies. The sun is bright and hot; I am pale and freckled. If the sun and I are forced to play nicely for so much as 10 minutes, I will end our rendezvous burning and blistered and pouting. I've tried aloe vera, bathing in tea, and wearing unsightly hats, but rarely have I emerged from the sun's dastardly clutches unscathed.
Nevertheless, I've long had an obsession with the sun's closest companion:...
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Friday, January 18, 2013
"The Book" Begins. Like Batman.
Once upon a time, there lived a precocious nine-year-old who decided that she was going to write an epic sweeping rambling obnoxious monstrous medieval fantasy novel.
Spoiler alert: that nine-year-old was me.
...I wanted an image. And I said "once upon a time." So castle.
I had an idea for a main character, and then the main character’s sidekick, and then the bad guy, and the skeleton of a plot. For the next five years, give or take,...
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Can I major in Rockstar?
I am the type of person who should be listening exclusively to showtunes, Hilary Duff, and boy bands. But seriously. I think that's what most people secretly expect upon first meeting me. As a musical theatre major, the showtunes are a given; as a generally peppy, bubbly, loud person, the other music just seems to stereotypically suit my personality. Don't get me wrong--I do love my showtunes, and The Lizzie McGuire Movie soundtrack was...
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Dear Brain,
I'm not sure if you're aware, but it's 2:34 in the morning. Just kidding, it's now 2:35. We've been up and at 'em for the past 17 hours now. Unfortunately, I've literally been on the verge of unconsciousness all. Day. Long. Even after coffee. Even after a two-hour nap four hours after I woke up. Even after Mountain Dew. Even after two cups of tea. I've been exhausted. Now, it's 2:35--just kidding! 2:36!--and we're super duper awake, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and ready to go!
Yay!
This is really cool, brain. I love being...
Saturday, January 12, 2013
On Unhappiness, Happiness, and Ben and Jerry's
This is a weird post, and I apologize in advance.
I'm not quite sure how a post about ponies can be logically followed by a post about unhappiness... But, you know, such is life. Sometimes you get a pony and are ecstatic and promptly jump on said pony and gallop across rainbows and sunshine-dappled streams and think, I will never know sadness again. And then the next day you're sitting in bed crying into a pint of Ben and Jerry's. For...
Friday, January 11, 2013
Let's talk about ponies.
Yes, you read that correctly--and, no, I'm not talking about the My Little variety. I'm not talkin' plastic or cartoon-y or abnormally, violently colored ponies. I'm talkin' real-live-beautiful-masterpieces-of-equine-creation ponies.
Like this stock example!
Today, while browsing Wal-Mart with some friends, I came across a helmet that was obviously intended for little girls under the age of eight. Naturally, I was also intrigued. The...
Thursday, January 10, 2013
I like to pretend I'm a baker.
I like cupcakes. Cupcakes are my thing. I've been making them since my days on the high school newspaper, when we were all at each others' throats and it was determined that baked goods would help. (Cupcake Friday saved us all.) Lately, my boyfriend and I have decided that we're professional no-bake cheescake makers, as well. The highlight was making one for--and at the home of--my boyfriend's favorite professor. I also made a Take 5 bar...
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