And Then I Drank Some Milk

Relocated!

2009-09-16T22:57:00.000-07:00

In Which I Toss My Quarter Into The Vampire Fountain

2009-08-11T16:20:00.000-07:00

Everyone is talking about vampires! There are endless discussions of the Twilight phenomenon/movie/hotties from the movie, obviously, histories of the vampire legend, and endless analysis of what it is that we like so much about vampires, general conclusion being the immortality factor. I've always been a fan of vampires, but for me it wasn't really about the immortality. In my favorite vampire novels, the vampire in question usually ended up dead. The facination, for me, was always in the blood.

I know it sounds creepy, but I adore blood. The color and the taste, for lack of a better word, please me. There are fewer things I find more comforting than the sound of a heartbeat, and in times of stress will often hold my left wrist in my right hand, my fingertips curled around to that sweet spot where I can feel my pulse thud just beneath my skin. If I ever became one of those crazy, rich, eccentric collectors, I would have antique blood-letting machines and a relic (purchased on the black market, of course) that bears a smear of Holy Blood. I would commission a one of a kind clock that runs on blood and a 20 generation family tree. As is, broke college student that I am, I settle for donating blood as often as I am allowed to and watching, enthralled, as my heart pumps it into the little bag.

Relationship Advice

2009-07-27T18:37:00.000-07:00

Things that can be definitively said about relationship advice:

It is easier given than taken.
It makes more sense in context.
It makes even less sense in context.

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2009-06-18T23:54:00.000-07:00

So... in retrospect, starting a blog right before finals week was probably stupid. But finals have been done for 7 days, 6 hours and 42 minutes, and while I have found time to watch most of season 2 of Dorm Life, plant 11 tomato seedlings, and learn how to drive stick (well, sortof: technically, I crashed into a fence this afternoon. But the fence belonged to us, so it doesn't actually count), I still haven't posted. Partly because I'm lazy, but mostly because I have no idea what to write about. And I don't think I'm a very good writer. I'm insecure like that. Anyway, I've been trying to come up with ideas for future posts. So far, I've got:

A list of things I am totally insecure/wonder about. Maybe it'll be poignant and lovely and I'll read it when I'm 40 and remember exactly how it felt to be 18 and clueless. And/or future me reading it might fall over laughing.
Background-y stuff about me. Potentially boring, but also potentially helpful if I get Alzheimer's and can't help my grandkids with their "Where Were You On 9/11" project.
My "good" stories, the ones I tell at parties or dinners where there are new people and awkward-new-people-silences.
The music/tv/movies/blogs/random internet stuff I like.
Stuff I eat, with recipes so it's not just a list of stuff I eat. This might encourage me to eat healthier/spend more time cooking, which I enjoy, and usually destresses me.
Pictures. I'm moving into a new apartment this weekend, plus I'm about to kick off my first summer not living with my parents, both of which are ripe with photographable moments. I also have a really cute dog, and my sister is pretty too. I could take pictures of them. Or I could post really painful pictures of me in middle school, I know I have some of those around.

Some of this might happen, some of it probably won't. We'll see. At any rate, it's almost 1am, so I'm going to bed. Goodnight!

I Guess I'll Take a Crack At Blogging

2009-06-03T06:48:00.000-07:00

I think the title is pretty self-explanatory. I am going to take a stab at blogging. Like, with actual updates. I will ramble and maybe tell you about my family or college or what I ate for breakfast, and you can leave mean comments. Or nice ones, if you like.

In the interest of full disclosure, I must admit: this is not my first blog. I had one a while ago that I haven't updated in a long time and that I never showed anyone. It was full of angst and exclamation points and capital letters, and I used the word totally at least 4 times in every post. I occasionally go look at it when I'm feeling blue-ish, because the last post was about a day that turned out to be one of the happiest of my life so far, and all the stuff leading up to that last post neatly captures a part of my life that I'd like to remember, if only to remind myself of things that I will NEVER DO AGAIN. But it didn't last, because blogging felt too much like a commitment. And I have total commitment issues. Also, I'm lazy. And that last post just seemed too good to replace with yet another post about how much I hated my mom. So I stopped updating.

A little while after I gave up on that blog, I discovered Twitter, and until now, that has fulfilled all my self-expression needs. But every so often, I have something to say that doesn't fit in 140 characters, no matter how hard I prune. So I just don't say them, or I say them to my reflection in the mirror as I get dressed, or I mumble them under my breath while walking on the beach. Until now, that is. This blog is basically going to be where I dump anything that is too long for Twitter. So there will definitely be a couple of 141 character posts. Plus some that will be longer, because I have finally committed to a college, a bank, one brand of toothpaste, and five potted plants, and hopefully that means that I have learned something since that last blog, and am ready to commit to saying stuff about other stuff with some degree of regularity. I guess we'll see...

And Then I Drank Some Milk

Relocated!

In Which I Toss My Quarter Into The Vampire Fountain

Relationship Advice

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I Guess I'll Take a Crack At Blogging

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