YYYYEAH.

So it's been two weeks since I said I'd update every week. Sorry 'bout that, y'awll.

This past week was Spring Break and SXSW. I didn't get a wristband or anything. It was just me and three, sometimes four friends going to free shows around Austin. Was really awesome, duh.

If you are a cool person, you recognize that burly comedian in the picture with me and a couple o'friends as Eugene Mirman. Look at us standin' there. We're practically twins.

If you're NOT a cool person, get cool now. (You're welcome.)

In all seriousness though, it was so much fun. One of my best Spring Breaks ever.

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Found a quote today that I really needed to read.

I think everybody should get rich and famous and do everything they ever dreamed of so they can see that it's not the answer. ~Jim Carrey

I've just been questioning what it is I want to attain at the end of my senior year of college, only a couple years away. It's too easy to forget what gives life quality. A big pillar of the culture I've been raised in, and in fact, in most cultures, is financial stability. That makes sense, of course. But it's emphasized so relentlessly, we think more money invariably equates to better life quality. At least at some point in our lives, and not just for a day. It's difficult to reject that ideal when it's constantly and consistently being reinforced. Things like that quote help to remember reality.

Anyhow, Happy Go-Back-To-School-You-Miscreant-Kids Week!

Everyone does this

I need to improve my writing. I used to be not so bad at it, but now the 'not so' is kind of GONE.

I keep forgetting it's a skill that can get rusty if you don't continually or habitually practice at it. I'm going to try and make it a habit by writing something at least once a week. No promises, though. I'm a busy lady after all, a-ha-ha.

I really wish I had had enough sense to take a creative writing class in high school. It would've been so much fun. I could probably take one next semester, as I'm an English minor, but I'm a little rattled and unconfident in my writing abilities to say so right now.

But I really think it would be fun and keep my appetite for creativity satiated. I thought of this because I was looking at my profile here on blogger, and reading my answer to the "random question" you can answer when you edit your profile. All too often the questions seem to be made up by someone shaking a drunk Lewis Carrol awake and writing down the nonsensical questions he, disoriented and half-asleep, asks them. I mean, "Whoops! Your tongue is now a magnet. Whatever will you use for silverware?" sounds like something you would ask if you were on acid or writing for a Japanese game show.

So anyway, I wish blogger had a stupid generator like that for blog topics.

G'night.

Fashhhhhhhhhhhhh

I want to recreate this outfit pretty badly. I have a striped shirt like that, and opaque tights like that. I just need a yellow skirt like that, and maybe I could substitute black oxfords for Doc Martens. Also don't really have a jacket like that. I really need a light jacket. They're so much more versatile than the peacoat and raincoat I have now. I do have a brown cardigan sweater though, that I could substitute for that jacket there. I don't think it would look half bad. That old rule that black and brown shouldn't be worn together isn't relevant anymore, I've noticed.

There was this girl in my Speech class in high school who chose to write her Pet Peeves speech about how annoying it was when people wore black and brown. Other people have normal pet peeves, like the phrase 'pet peeves.' That's normal. Although, orange and blue are never a good combination, fyi.

What a safe post!

Hystory Mystery

If there's anyone out there following my life, you should be aware that I've recently moved to Austin for college. My particular school has more than 50,000 undergraduates. The school I transfered from had half that.

In this crowd of 50,000, there are some pretty attractive people . And, being a straight female, I notice men. AKA, TH3REz L0Tz OF H@WT GUiiZ HERE, y'@LL!1~1

But, the History Channel has ruined some of them.

Like today, there was a particularly cute guy standing all nonchalantly against a building. He was perfect. He didn't give a damn about you or anyone else, and his stance communicated that flawlessly.

My first thought was "Why, helloooo ;) " but then suddenly shifted to Ted Bundy. Luring unsuspecting women in with his fatal charm and KILLER good looks.

I believe more women should be aware of this possibility. Especially with school starting up and men and women suddenly being thrust back into close proximity after two months of an unusually cold winter.

So, ladies and particular gentlemen, next time you see a hot guy, don't think ,'UR HAWT.' Instead, imagine your bloody, severed head jammed onto a wooden stake with that same hot guy dancing an odd squatted dance (naked, though ;) ) in a circle around it. But I don't know. You may like that kind of attention.

Ice Capades

Last week, I, along with some friends, went ice skating again for the first time in probably four or five years. Now, I've never really been known for my extraordinary poise or coordination. In fact, there was this time I forgot about the last step on the bus in middle school, which took a while to live down. But I could always, eventually, hold my own going ice skating or roller blading once I got used to the lack of friction.

And so I did; after the initial five minutes of paralyzing fear and awkwardness, I found my footing, and was landing triple Salchows like nobody's business. I'm actually writing this to recount my observations on all the types of people you normally find on your standard, public ice skating rink in your average shopping mall, *hawk, spit*.

So, A.) Children. No surprises there. I might as well have said, 'people.' But I mean the type of children that are literally snot-nosed because of the cold. The type of children whose parents are using this ice rink to teach them the adage, 'if at first you don't succeed, blah-da-bleedle-do' to everyone's, namely MY, great freakin' annoyance. It's like Bobo Dolls on Ice out there.

Maybe if you were watching them from behind the glass, you'd be nostalgically reminded of Bambi's first time on the frozen pond. How shaky and knobbly his legs were, and how he fell so adorably and got right back up. You'd probably think it endearing how they fall on the already soaking knees of their pants, and continue going the wrong way around the rink.

But on the other side of the glass, which is basically a petri dish of every known germ and disease to have ever existed, these kids are wily, sniffling, goombas.

B.) Couples. Ugghhhhhhhh. There was this one couple who were pretty good, and would always end up skating directly in front of me. The guy had a pony tail, and I wanted to pull it pretty badly, too.

We stayed till it was time for it to close, and saw all the overly-touchy couples asking other people to take pictures of them and shit. A lot of them were overweight, too, for some reason. Oh right, I live in Texas.

C.) The GOOD one. The 9 year old ice skating prodigy who stands in the middle of the rink to do tricks and laugh at the mortals with her coach/father out there in a track suit. When she falls, they laugh like it's the most ironic thing to have ever happened. If this is what hard work turns you into, it'll be my next excuse to continue lying in bed and imagine things in the clouds that must be passing by overhead.

D.) Skatefags. The label says so much about these people. They act like faggots. They skate at about 5,000,000 mph. They only use the internet to go on 4chan and look at the new stuff at Spencer's Gifts. They've been skating to get rid of the "darkness" and stress of social interactions since elementary. They have 5+ pet snakes. Their name is Geoffrey, and they once got on top of a desk in 8th grade and threatened to burn down the school after being harassed by some dickweed.

There might've been more, but since I waited about a week before writing this, I can't remember the rest right now.

Hope errbody had a Happy Christmas and wonderful New Years.