I really like to make lists. I don't know why, but I do. It's weird because they don't even have to be lists that you get to cross stuff off of (especially since I tend to lose those lists before I even get around to crossing stuff off). I'm in a list mood right now, so here goes one-
A sampling of my favorite things that are Green (in honor of today, which felt like Spring):
mint-chip ice cream
my frog socks
my turtle (tho' her color is debatable, but I'm smitten with her, so she'll end up on most lists of my favorite things these days)
green M&Ms (there's something about the green ones)
ferns and/or moss
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
I recently (okay, five minutes ago) changed the name of my blog. It was previously known as "Ravings of a Modest Genius," but has since been changed to the lovely title you see at the top of your screen. That is not to say that these are not still the ravings of a modest, if misunderstood, genius or that you should not respect them as such, but I thought it sounded a little heady. So, now here we are at "tiaras, alcohol, and sugar cereals". As I mentioned previously, my boyfriend has recently been applying to graduate schools and writing those annoying Personal Statements that every school wants you to humble yourself with. The topics are absolutely insipid, like "what is your greatest accomplishment" (I dunno, I'm only 25.....I haven't quite got that whole world peace thing in the bag yet), to "if you had to stand outside in the rain for twelve hours with a book, a puppy, and a turnip, and you had to balance on one leg, which leg would you stand on?" (I told him to say the left one, but he insisted on the right one, so we'll see if he gets in or not). Anyway, all this instrospection b.s. got me thinking about when I got to know one of my most favorite friends, J. J and I were out buying birthday presents for another new friend and trying to figure out what she'd like best. Not knowing what to get our new pal, J asked me what I liked most in the world... my response (you listening, future admissions committees?)-- tiaras, alcohol, and sugar cereals. While I was a mere youth of 20 years old at the time, a wee thing compared to the wise 25 year old who writes this today, I still have to abide by those as being among my favorite things in the world. Every girl should be able to feel like a princess, let loose a little, and indulge in what makes her smile.
So, it's been three months since I last posted and I haven't even made it off page one yet. I suppose this is why I don't keep a daily journal. Fortunately for me, I don't have any sort of readership, so I'm really the only one who noticed that I fell off of the blogging radar. <
> alright, I forgive myself and I'm over it. The thing that actually prompted me to go back to this talking-to-myself-in-a-cup phenomenon that we'll call "my blog" was that last night my boyfriend announced that he wants to start a blog. Now, I never told him about this little experiment of mine, so I was somewhat surprised in his interest. This is, after all, a guy who doesn't have the time to read a magazine, make his own dinner, or finish anything else that he starts (yes, we are a perfect match). Anyway, he has been feeling particularly introspective lately, what with applying to graduate schools and having to complete those dreaded Personal Statements, and he thinks he's ready to step into the wide-open world of blogging. Poor naive boy...