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… I write a mental letter. Thoughts from this week:

Dear yappy dog next door,
I’M COMING FOR YOU.

Dear other drivers,
Your car windows are transparent. I can see you picking your nose with both hands.

Dear students,
Stop a-speakin’ the Spanish in class. Wait and make fun of me when I’m not standing right in front of you.

Dear dog,
I thought your species was supposed to enjoy lying on their people’s feet. WHY WON’T YOU LIE ON MY FEET? They’re cold. Help a sister out.

xoxo,

Me

It’s been quite a dry spell lately, blog-wise. I think the problem is that I’m kind of at such a standstill in life right at this moment – waiting to hear about a job, waiting to hear about grad school – that I just don’t have any blog fodder on a daily basis. Plus there’s the whole issue of having things I want to record but not necessarily wanting to share it all with the Internet, heh. I actually broke out the journal this week and wrote by hand, gasp! I’m going to try to overcome this, though. I’ve made a pact with myself to write something every day, whether it’s to share with all you lovely people or just for myself. I’m a much saner person when I write regularly, and I could really use some more sanity. (Ahem. Nobody comment on that.)

But anyway, it’s May. UC has emptied out, which means the population of my town has shrunk by half … or maybe not quite, but it feels that way. I love the first few weeks of summer, when campus is deserted and it feels like town belongs to the locals again. Yesterday I got to thinking about how I suppose summer is really here now, and to my surprise I found myself mentally composing a love letter to summer.

You should know that I loathe hot weather. I hate the feeling of being overheated, I hate humidity and the havoc it wreaks on my poor hair, I hate sweating and the way my clothes stick to me when I do, I hate any temperatures above 80 when all you want to do is run around naked but you can’t because there are people in the world and it would probably be a good idea not to offend their delicate sensibilities.

But something happens to me every year, in what would be spring if southeastern Kentucky was allowed to have spring. (Which we apparently are not. We go from 40 to 80 with barely a day in between to marvel at the fact that we don’t need jackets to go outside. It’s mean.) I find myself entranced by the warmth, loving the heat and the light. While I vastly prefer sweaters and scarves to bathing suits and shorts, I am almost giddy the first time I get to go outside with the smallest amount of bare skin. I am completely besotted with the sun in my eyes, the slight burning of the sun beating down on my arm through the car window.

I love walking in the cool grass with bare feet. I love the early morning, almost too cool for short sleeves yet somehow foreshadowing the heat that will soon burn off the fog. I love sitting outside as the sun goes down, the heat slowly melting away. I love riding in the car with the windows down, sunglasses in place and hair blowing in the wind. I love getting out sleeveless cotton dresses and flip flops – oh, how I love my flip flops. I love pedicures and smooth legs and the smell of sunscreen and aloe. I love the breeze from the ceiling fan cutting through the thick, warm air in my bedroom at night. I love corn on the cob and cucumbers fresh from the garden. I love that first sip of slushy or lick of ice cream on a hot afternoon. I love the smell of fresh-cut grass. I love riding in the bed of the pickup truck. I love watching a summer storm, the lightning and thunder just scary enough to remind us how small we really are. I love the way the sunlight looks shining through the window, and how you can sit outside and watch the sun set at 10 o’clock at night, while the crickets and frogs sing to you. I love the way we sleep more soundly after the draining heat.

So here’s to you, summer. Welcome back. Next week I may curse you, but this week I love you.

because I’m brilliant. I thought this would be a good one to end NaBloPoMo, which I have enjoyed doing even more than I thought I would – it ended up being a little easier than I expected, too. But just because November is ending, that doesn’t mean the posts are! Now that I’m in the habit of posting more I’m going to try to keep that going. Thanks for reading! 

One day a few weeks ago, Twitter blew up with the hashtag #tweetyour16yearoldself. I could not resist this one, I had to throw something into the mix. It took me awhile to think of something, but here’s what I finally came up with:

@ladybug_155: Enjoy being single right now, high school is easier that way and it won’t last forever. Your time will come. #tweetyour16yearoldself

Aww, boo-hoo-hoo, right? I know. But in all honesty, that is probably what would have brought the most comfort to my 16-year-old self. (And my 17-year-old self, and my 18-year-old self, and my 19-year-old self …) I loved high school, but it was rough watching everyone around me have romantic relationships while I didn’t. I know now that high school really was easier being single, and I also know that probably not everyone was dating, but it certainly felt that way at the time. But this is not the only thing I’d tell my younger self if I could. Here are a few more possibilites I could have considered:

@ladybug_155: That guy is probably gay. #tweetyour16yearoldself

@ladybug_155: Suck it up and get the driver’s license, you pansy. #tweetyour16yearoldself

@ladybug_155: I wouldn’t make fun of online dating so much if I were you. #tweetyour16yearoldself

@ladybug_155: Try out for the solos. #tweetyour16yearoldself

@ladybug_155: You’re as skinny as you’ll ever be right now, so stop whining. #tweetyour16yearoldself

@ladybug_155: Hug Papa more. #tweetyour16yearoldself

@ladybug_155: Don’t be so quick to dismiss blond guys. You may have to eat those words. #tweetyour16yearoldself

@ladybug_155: Talking won’t actually kill you. #tweetyour16yearoldself

@ladybug_155: Your girls will still be your girls even when you’ve finished college. Good choices. #tweetyour16yearoldself

@ladybug_155: When your digestive system starts going crazy in a couple years, TELL SOMEBODY. (Also, Google “Crohn’s Disease”.) #tweetyour16yearoldself

What would you go back and tell yourself, at any age?

Guess what I did for you?

I wrote you a Thanksgiving haiku.

Actually I wrote you multiple Thanksgiving haikus. Here you go.

Today’s Thanksgiving
Turkey and dressing and pumpkin pie
I’ll pass out later

Thanksgiving has come
Friends and family are together
Now pass the turkey

The cranberry sauce
Does anyone even eat that stuff?
Just taking up space

Thanksgiving dinners
I’m going to have two
Never eat again

[Once I start writing haiku it’s kind of hard to stop.]

I hope you all enjoyed your turkey comas!

Do you watch Glee?

If you don’t watch Glee, you won’t get this and you probably won’t need it in your life. But if you do, watch out.

I discovered a tumblr yesterday called Attack of Pedo Will. The writer pulls all kinds of things from the show – lines, screencaps, bits of video, song choices – that illustrate Will Shuester’s barely hidden pedophilia. Y’all, it is absolutely hilarious and makes for one of those “what has been seen cannot be unseen” situations.

Oh Mr. Shue, I’ll never look at you the same way again.

You totally see it now, don’t you? I thought you would.

And just for kicks, one of my favorite recent performances on Glee: Mercedes and Santana singing “River Deep, Mountain High.”

 

Just for the record, I didn’t make and do not own any of the images in this post. All credit goes to Attack of Pedo Will, find more images there!

Mushy

Posted on: 11/04/2010

GRRRR, WORDPRESS!

I had this post all written out, about three things that have annoyed me this week, and I hit publish … and nothing. A title and a blank page. And my draft was gone too.

I guess I can add a fourth thing to my annoyance list, WordPress.

So once that happened I basically lost the will to live and had to go hunt that down, and then I went home and watched today’s Oprah, which I had taped because the BACKSTREET BOYS WERE PERFORMING.

THE FREAKING BACKSTREET BOYS. ALL FIVE OF THEM. Although if you’ve never been in love with the BSB then that probably won’t be significant to you, but trust me, it’s a big deal. I was going to try to rewrite the post I lost earlier or come up with something new but my brain is total mush now. I definitely reverted back to my 13-year-old self when those guys came onstage. There was squee-ing, there was bouncing, there was arm-waving. And I proceeded to gush on Twitter:

               @ladybug_155: If someone took me to see the @backstreetboys, I’d kiss that person full on the mouth.

I’ve been a fan of the Backstreet Boys probably for more than ten years now; I was trying to remember how old I was when I first heard of them, but I can’t do more than guess at it. I got every album, I had posters up on my walls, I can still sing nearly every word to every song on their first four albums. And what will I be listening to all night and probably all day tomorrow, at least? I think you can guess.


“Everybody (Backstreet’s Back)” from Backstreet Boys, 1997

 


“I Want It That Way” from Millennium, 1999

 


“Shape Of My Heart” from Black & Blue, 2000

 


“I Still …” from Never Gone, 2005

Guess who?

Posted on: 06/10/2010

*tiptoes in*

Hello? Anyone? Remember me?

To begin, the obligatory apology and explanation … I just have not been able to get it together enough to post lately. I don’t even know, y’all. Being an English major has sucked all the fun out of writing, even for my blog. But I have been reading lots of other blogs and getting many many new bloggy-type ideas, so look for at least semi-regular posts to start up SOON! YAY!

Okay, to get all caught up:

  • My health is amazing right now, you guys. I can’t remember when I’ve ever felt so good. The Crohn’s is completely controlled with Remicade once a month and a few tweaks to my diet here and there. Last month I had a colonoscopy (put that off as long as you can, trust me) and my doc confirmed that I am in remission, which means that most days it’s almost like there’s nothing wrong at all. There’s no way to know how long I’ll stay in remission – some people struggle and never quite get there, and some people stay there for years with no problems. But, of course, I prefer to focus on feeling good right now instead of the possibility that I might not tomorrow.
  • School ended last month and with it what was probably my best semester ever – my class load wasn’t too heavy, I didn’t have any literature classes for the first time ever and I can’t tell you how enjoyable that was, I didn’t have to take any finals at all AND AND AND I got my best grades since freshman year. Now how ‘bout them apples? I brought up my GPA a smidge, and if I can keep that going I really won’t have to stress out over getting into a graduate program. I also walked in graduation in May, which felt really weird. It was kind of like a kid playing dress-up in Mommy’s clothes; I felt vaguely impostor-like. But, I walked across the stage and didn’t fall, so that was fun. I’m not completely done yet though, I’ll still be in college doing undergrad work in the fall, and then I’ll graduate really for real in December.
  • Most of you already know this part I think, but just for the heck of it – I got myself a man. Trying to reign in the urge to gush too much I’ll simply say that we met through an online dating site and have been together for just over two months, and I think he’s kind of awesome.

So! That’s the past three months in a nutshell. What’s up with you?

For my next post I’m working on two lists: short-term goals, which I’ve done before but this one will be more funner, and a “bucket list.” I think this will be fun. Have any of you ever made a bucket list? Join me and let’s all share; maybe you’ll think of something I need to add to mine!


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