Well goodness gracious, I hope this works.
I gave up on stupid Blogspot this summer when it refused to save my new posts, hence me resorting to Blogspirit (which now requires members to pay a minimum balance of a million dollars to get any special features whatsoever). But because Blogspot is a wicked fun theme running through CCM, I'm hopping aboard baby.
While last week was traumatic, Em (is there a reason I randomly refer to myself in the third person sometimes? Is there?) is now feeling 10000% better, thanks to three things: 1) HEAT in my apartment 2) My wicked silly friends in CCM who made me feel better while squeezing between a zillion hungry Catholics at yesterday's Thanksgiving dinner, and 3) THANKSGIVING VACA. Believe me, this trip down to Fowlerville tomorrow is the best thing that could have happened to me at this point in the semester... no math ulcers, no living at the LRC, and no more caffiene buzzes from too much Dew at 8:00 am for moi this week. Life will be swell. I can't wait to sleep in my own wicked cozy bed, watch home vids circa 1988 with my fam, and gobble up my mom and dad's DELISH cooking. I.E, that means no living on Blue's Clues macaroni and cheese or chicken noodle soup this week.... what an epiphany!
I'm downloading Christmas muzak for the ride home, and I am announcing now, I WILL listen to 7 straight hours of it tomorrow. 'Tis going to be an exciting ride home, lemme tell you. Rose is in for a real treat! I'm also burning a CD of nothing but S Club 7 songs (Hello 1998) and another of nothing but Disney songs... ohhh yeah. We're going to be bumping and jamming and it's the best thing you can do when you have to drive 55 mph for three hours and cross the wicked scary Mackinac Bridge. AND it's getting windy... I can hear the trees out side all a-rustle. I'd rather stab myself in the colon with a salad fork than cross that bridge when it's the LEAST bit windy outside. Pray for us!
Well this girl has to be up and at 'em in exactly 6 hours... I better Dew/Diet Coke it up before hitting the open road in a crabby/tired/uncaffeinated state. I hope everyone has a charming Thanksgiving and I'll see you all with bells on when we return!
Monday, November 20, 2006
Transferring to New Blog 1... 2... 3!
Dear God in heaven, this has been quite the traumatic week.
But you know what? I'm not going to go into it. I don't care about furnace explosions, 7-page paper disappearances, men, math ulcers, lack of heat, bleeding thumbnails, or PMS. I. don't. care.See, I like happiness. I'm a happy person. I like life, babies, old people, and puppies. You can't go wrong with those things. I tried making a list of everything that I loved one day on one of those long yellow notepads, and I filled up 8 pages, front and back. So I'm not worried about you know, becoming a depressed emo-screamo kid or anything like that. But then I have a week like this one and suddenly I can think of only two things that I like about life... chocolate and Shop-ko. Oh, and CHRISTMAS junk at Shop-ko is a double whammy... HELLO life completion. Oh, and maybe Robert Redford, circa 1973. (EDITORS NOTE: Everybody needs to rent "The Way We Were" and you will know why Robert Redford is a shoe-in for bad days/weeks. De-lish. I'd make out with a bag of Fritos if it looked like him. And p.s.--- you WILL, against all odds, become a Barbara Streisand fan after watching that movie as well. Boys, you too. I won't tell.)
Anyways. I realized how long its been since I've updated this thing and now I really want to get back in the swing of things. AND I have to finish my Amish life story! Goodness... that should have been done wicked ages ago. I've been thinking about that a lot lately, ya know, simplicity. Especially on Tuesday morning when my IBM Thinkpad was THISCLOSE to shattering into a million little pieces when I wanted to desperately chuck it down the stairs in a fit of fuming rage. And then I thought, well why not throw my evil-spawn cell phone down with it... no cell, no laptop, no life and brain-cell wasting on Facebook, AIM, ect... life would be positively the most beautiful place on earth. I like WANT to be Laura Ingalls Wilder at this point in my life, let's saaaay, circa 1844. Talk about perfect! I mean, really. My life would be so complete. I would trade in my worldly-Fowlerville-sophistication into a petticoat-wearing, bonnet-sporting, fire-hearth sweeping, fiddle-playing, Indian-fighting, quilting-beeing, baby-making hero of the nineteenth century. I'd live in a log cabin deep in the backwoods of the Upper Peninsula where we would outhouse it and shoot prarie dogs and chew on blades of grass and make our own soap out of pig's lard and call our kids names like Inger, Lars, and Ivar, and Sven. Maybe Duncan too. I think that name is so pecking cute.Lordy lordy look who has to go on with her life as a stupid 21-year-old living in the stupid 21st century... I got screwed over in this being-born-in-1985 business. I'll be back! I'm out like a Mormon at a Pepsi convention.
But you know what? I'm not going to go into it. I don't care about furnace explosions, 7-page paper disappearances, men, math ulcers, lack of heat, bleeding thumbnails, or PMS. I. don't. care.See, I like happiness. I'm a happy person. I like life, babies, old people, and puppies. You can't go wrong with those things. I tried making a list of everything that I loved one day on one of those long yellow notepads, and I filled up 8 pages, front and back. So I'm not worried about you know, becoming a depressed emo-screamo kid or anything like that. But then I have a week like this one and suddenly I can think of only two things that I like about life... chocolate and Shop-ko. Oh, and CHRISTMAS junk at Shop-ko is a double whammy... HELLO life completion. Oh, and maybe Robert Redford, circa 1973. (EDITORS NOTE: Everybody needs to rent "The Way We Were" and you will know why Robert Redford is a shoe-in for bad days/weeks. De-lish. I'd make out with a bag of Fritos if it looked like him. And p.s.--- you WILL, against all odds, become a Barbara Streisand fan after watching that movie as well. Boys, you too. I won't tell.)
Anyways. I realized how long its been since I've updated this thing and now I really want to get back in the swing of things. AND I have to finish my Amish life story! Goodness... that should have been done wicked ages ago. I've been thinking about that a lot lately, ya know, simplicity. Especially on Tuesday morning when my IBM Thinkpad was THISCLOSE to shattering into a million little pieces when I wanted to desperately chuck it down the stairs in a fit of fuming rage. And then I thought, well why not throw my evil-spawn cell phone down with it... no cell, no laptop, no life and brain-cell wasting on Facebook, AIM, ect... life would be positively the most beautiful place on earth. I like WANT to be Laura Ingalls Wilder at this point in my life, let's saaaay, circa 1844. Talk about perfect! I mean, really. My life would be so complete. I would trade in my worldly-Fowlerville-sophistication into a petticoat-wearing, bonnet-sporting, fire-hearth sweeping, fiddle-playing, Indian-fighting, quilting-beeing, baby-making hero of the nineteenth century. I'd live in a log cabin deep in the backwoods of the Upper Peninsula where we would outhouse it and shoot prarie dogs and chew on blades of grass and make our own soap out of pig's lard and call our kids names like Inger, Lars, and Ivar, and Sven. Maybe Duncan too. I think that name is so pecking cute.Lordy lordy look who has to go on with her life as a stupid 21-year-old living in the stupid 21st century... I got screwed over in this being-born-in-1985 business. I'll be back! I'm out like a Mormon at a Pepsi convention.
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