I found this in an email account I was cleaning up (because email account cleaning can turn into a whole day project when you are unemployed), and was both delighted and horrified to see how accurately this still was, SIX YEARS after I originally wrote it- except the mono part. I kicked mono’s ass- all while backpacking Europe because I’m part superhero.
So sorry for the mass email, I am just so busy that I can’t write to you each all individually, I am sure you understand. Considering the fact that I have no serious job, no real …READ MORE
Secret Guilty Confession: You know those posts where people show off the contents of their handbag? I love those. Almost as much as I love Stephen Colletti after this weeks episode of The Hills (which had me singing like Sebastian the crab from The Little Mermaid “kiss the girl! kiss the girl!). Because I’m cool like that.
Hmm. I love how I just divulged my Colletti crush and THAT wasn’t my guilty confession.
As many of you know, I attended the wedding with the ice sculpture that required me to recite a sonnet last week. I have also recently figured …READ MORE
There were a few times in the last five days that I thought I was going to die. A few times I wished I would just die, and once or twice where I actively went looking for things that would put me out of my misery but alas- I’m still standing.
Remember last Friday I was driving 10 hours to read Shakespeare at a wedding? Yeah. I did that. Then I danced like I was famous, got pictures taken in front of the elaborate wedding ice sculpture and won $50 in the hotel’s casino at 3am with one …READ MORE
Do you ever have one of those weeks where your hands move instinctively to your head just to make sure that your brain is still attached? And you wake up counting the hours until you can get back into your bed? And your best daydreams involve singing Oasis in your bathtub with just a bottle of gin for company? Yeah. That’s this week.
When life gets full, my brain shuts down. One of the first things to go is any ability to write anything remotely entertaining. That, and sometimes I forget to put pants on. So here’s a scattered list …READ MORE
A short time ago, a dear friend asked me to do the one thing that a good friend can’t refuse doing. She asked me to speak at her wedding. And of course, I said yes. Because that is what you do when your friend asks you to do such a thing. You say “yes”. And you say it without hesitation.
And then I was given my “reading”. Sonnet 18 by The Bard. In case you aren’t up-to-date on your Shakespeare (and other than *Bre, who is?) Sonnet 18 starts out “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?”, and includes …READ MORE
Confession- My first choice was the solar system. This stemmed from a conversation I had with my brother during a long drive home when I realized I couldn’t name the planets in order. I was shocked. So in an attempt to deflect my ignorance, I proceeded to make various Uranus jokes.
Because sometimes I’m mature like that.
On Friday I still hadn’t fully decided what I was going study when I got a phone message from the library. A book I had forgotten I requested was in. The book? Interred with Their Bones (recommended by Bre). A Da Vinci Code-esque …READ MORE