It seems I am much more popular when I am asleep. Pretty sad, really that I can't be awake/alive to experience it. Last night, at home (home home = not college home) I was bothered a whopping four times by a telephone nestled somewhere between the back of my neck and my sore arms (sore from joining the attempt to stave off the angry, converging rivers of the valley) set on vibrate. I vaguely remember being roused an annoying amount of time to halfway notice that someone had called me or these two so-and-so's had texted me.
You see, although I acknowledge that it was probably incredibly vital information people were trying to bring to my indisposed attention, when I actually lifted my groggy head and tried to maneuver my anguished back to find my phone at 10:30 this morning, it's weak little battery was quite dead.
So I'm left thinking two gloomy things: none of this actually happened and I dreamed the whole episode, inflating my self-awareness to mean that I'm cooler and/or in higher demand than I really am, or, the info was so dire that my phone's memory simply could not handle it and I will forever be left to wonder.
mubblefubbles n.
depression for no reason
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Ho and Hum and the depths of the ocean
So I feel as if reading a blog in which many productive happenings took place may be enjoyable/inspiring in some way. Sadly, that is not March 23rd's tale. Not for this blonde collegian.
I could lie and spout fanciful nonsense about things I have not actually done. But that would be fake, empty, and just plain silly.
Today I awakened at precisely 9:24 a.m.(on the couch). What ensued was a dismal day. I watched my two roommates venture off to attempt to save the world (or more particularly, certain partially under-water Moorhead neighborhoods) and return home muddy, shivering, riddled with back aches, versions of themselves. I facebook-chatted with my globe-trotting bestie, managed to fold some long-dry clothes in between being vaguely annoyed with my boy who has this really great habit of inviting me to things, and when I say something like, "Don't feel obligated to ask me to come," to which he'll quickly follow with something to the effect of "Ok, well I'll call you later." Seriously!?
I also filled the sink with water (which has assumed a funky taste for some unknown reason) in preparation for an ass-kicking dish-washing session, and watched Jeopardy!, Cash Cab, and a stirring installment of Planet Earth. Oh, and I showered.
BUT all hope is not lost! I am a firm believer in to-do lists and the fact that they often lead to ridiculous, unthinkable success.
So tomorrow's goals: properly train boyfriend, wash those damn dishes, finish establishing some kind of order to my things/making my room resemble a room again, shower, make up for not running today (I'm totally training for a 5K...yeah, I know, I'm flabby and delusional), fill out super-vital, important-looking job-related paperwork, invent a more efficient way of blowing glass, spell a mind-bogglingly awesome word with the rag tag N's, Y's, I's, V, an X and an F magnets on my fridge, buy more milk, consume that milk, and write a clever song rivaling anything "The Flight of the Conchords" has thought up.
Also, eke out a pair of rubber boots from the Fargo/Moorhead retail community in order to help save the world.
fidimplicitary
1. adj. fully trusting someone
2. n. a person who has implicit faith
I could lie and spout fanciful nonsense about things I have not actually done. But that would be fake, empty, and just plain silly.
Today I awakened at precisely 9:24 a.m.(on the couch). What ensued was a dismal day. I watched my two roommates venture off to attempt to save the world (or more particularly, certain partially under-water Moorhead neighborhoods) and return home muddy, shivering, riddled with back aches, versions of themselves. I facebook-chatted with my globe-trotting bestie, managed to fold some long-dry clothes in between being vaguely annoyed with my boy who has this really great habit of inviting me to things, and when I say something like, "Don't feel obligated to ask me to come," to which he'll quickly follow with something to the effect of "Ok, well I'll call you later." Seriously!?
I also filled the sink with water (which has assumed a funky taste for some unknown reason) in preparation for an ass-kicking dish-washing session, and watched Jeopardy!, Cash Cab, and a stirring installment of Planet Earth. Oh, and I showered.
BUT all hope is not lost! I am a firm believer in to-do lists and the fact that they often lead to ridiculous, unthinkable success.
So tomorrow's goals: properly train boyfriend, wash those damn dishes, finish establishing some kind of order to my things/making my room resemble a room again, shower, make up for not running today (I'm totally training for a 5K...yeah, I know, I'm flabby and delusional), fill out super-vital, important-looking job-related paperwork, invent a more efficient way of blowing glass, spell a mind-bogglingly awesome word with the rag tag N's, Y's, I's, V, an X and an F magnets on my fridge, buy more milk, consume that milk, and write a clever song rivaling anything "The Flight of the Conchords" has thought up.
Also, eke out a pair of rubber boots from the Fargo/Moorhead retail community in order to help save the world.
fidimplicitary
1. adj. fully trusting someone
2. n. a person who has implicit faith
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Holly, meet blog. Blog, Holly.
Having just returned from spending my third of three Spring Breaks saving the world on the Pay It Forward Tour, I suddenly feel stricken with the urge to spill my soul onto empty, anticipatingly virtual pages.
My favorite part about that statement is the "empty" part - completely and hopelessly blank and unbridled by stale thoughts or forgotten ambitions. Brand new. Like a new Bonneville or even better, a fresh-off-the-shelf-at-Barnes-and-Noble piece of literature, simmering with hours of inspiration and adventure.
So in closing my very first posting of what will surely prove to be a ponderous, educational excursion of epic proportions, here is my favorite word, as of today.
splendent adj.
1. shining or lustrous; brilliant
2. admired by many; illustrious
My favorite part about that statement is the "empty" part - completely and hopelessly blank and unbridled by stale thoughts or forgotten ambitions. Brand new. Like a new Bonneville or even better, a fresh-off-the-shelf-at-Barnes-and-Noble piece of literature, simmering with hours of inspiration and adventure.
So in closing my very first posting of what will surely prove to be a ponderous, educational excursion of epic proportions, here is my favorite word, as of today.
splendent adj.
1. shining or lustrous; brilliant
2. admired by many; illustrious
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
