Things have been getting pretty serious on this here blog lately. I guess I only think of blogging when I’m emotional. It has been a while since I’ve written so I’ll briefly update you with some of my recent life events.
Going against my natural vegetarianesque inclinations I gutted and de-fleshed a fish in my zooarchaeology class and giggled like a fool the whole time. This was probably because the girl next to me kept saying, “I feel like sushi! does anyone else want some sushi?” I didn’t.
To fight against the winter doldrums some friends of mine attached skis to a couch and slid down a hill on it. Fact: this activity can be done in a skirt without experiencing discomfort. This was proved by the most poised and elegant scoucher I’ve ever met, *Ozmi Ikamurka. The unfortunate vehicle was dumped in my garage and demolition has commenced, but is yet unfinished. If you want a piece, let me know.
I’ve come to the point where I feel comfortable admitting that I am insecure about my comma use. If you see misuse of commas on this blog, please don’t mock my punctuational incompetence. Rather, correct me.
Last summer my trampoline broke. I’m still upset about it.
I recently finished an embroidery project that I’ve been threatening to do for years. It is a plush velvet pillow embroidered with the cautionary message, “cuddling has consequences”. This pillow is to remind me that that is indeed the case. Cuddling has positive and negative consequences, one should consider all before engaging in cuddling behaviors. Earnest Hemmingway in his book A Moveable Feast wrote after recounting a particularly unpleasant journey with F. Scott Fitzgerald, “never go on a trip with someone you do not love.” I would adapt that phrase to cuddling by saying, “never cuddle with someone you could not love”. The other side of the pillow says, “lets play badminton”. Badminton is a game that not only could, but should be played with friends, enemies, and people you like but cannot love.
I recently made quinoa for the first time and Lauren gave me a quiz that determined that I will live to be one-hundred and two years old. These two incidents are most-likely linked.
Best of luck to you!
*Name changed for protection.
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