Writings

So blog...yeah...it's been awhile. I wish I could say I've been super productive during my time away. I wish I could tell you I saved orphan children, made friends with dolphins (why that would make my list, I don't know. That just seems like an awesome thing to do), finished my novel, and started my own cooking show in the manner of Paula Dean. But nope. Just have been busy and lazy---the most dangerous combination! Anyways, I'll half-heartedly try to win you back blog with a piece from a semi-recent writing.

"I don’t know where you disappeared to over five years ago. In fact, I have to admit that I cannot even recall the day you stopped coming. You faded from my life in pieces.

I can’t let you leave this time. You’re dying in front of me but I refuse to acknowledge the ability of God to take you away at a moment’s notice. This time I will fight Him, even if you’d laugh at the thought of me even believing in such an antiquated idea. Wake up, Irene, and tell me He doesn’t exist. So I don’t fear Him. So I don’t try to believe this end, horrific and ugly with tubes and blood, could be written by a higher power."

Sloths!

Sloths have been on my mind a lot lately. I know, who doesn't have sloths on their mind 24/7? The reason for this sudden interest? Cute sloth babies.



Anyways, LIST TIME!

THINGS MORE CUTE THAN SLOTH BABIES!
1. Babies in Halloween costumes
2. Muppet Babies
3. Nothing. Nothing is cuter than sloth babies.

On a side note, I love the nonchalance of the the sloth in the picture. I wish I exuded that amount of coolness. He's like the Fonzie of sloth babies.

A Hair Complaint

I've done a lot of complaining about my hair on this blog but I'm serious this time. I am finally getting a haircut so my hair can stop trying to turn into Rob Lowe's circa "St. Elmo's Fire." C'mon hair--his character was kinda a douchebag. Find a better Rat Pack star whose hair you can emulate. May I suggest Judd Nelson?

Barnes and Noble Said...

I looked up Party Down but it was accidentally put on books instead of dvds. It hilariously recommended a book on the Donner Party. Yes, that's what I think of when I think of parties. One party I would not want to be invited to. However, you know that we all love a good Donner Party joke.

Never Let Me Go

I'm close to finishing the novel so here's the trailer for the movie which comes out in September!

By the Numbers, Hancock edition!

3-Bars in Hancock. My parents, Jamie, Kevin (Jamie's boyfriend) and I went to all three during the street dance. This is also the amount of shots I had that night (on top of 3 beers and 2 vodka sours)
5- how late I drunkenly kept insisting the band Blue Sky should play to (instead they played until midnight)
0-number of jarts tournaments I lost (I realized that I'm good at jarts after about one beer, but when I have more than that my skill decreases exponentially)
14- number of deer we saw one night when "deer hunting." This was an improvement from the night before when we saw three deer...all within a block or so of the cottage
1-the number of mailboxes Kyle and I mistook for deer.
1.5-number of books I finished ("In the Skin of a Lion" I finished but I am still 120 pages from finishing the very good "Never Let Me Go")

One Week Until Hancock!

As the title says, one week until Jamie and I join the family in Hancock, Wisconsin for a week of family bonding, tubing, strawberry picking, asparagus picking, deer hunting (by which I mean looking for deer, not shooting it for sport), Crystal River odysseys, fireworks, and quite possibly float-building for the Fourth of July Parade. Also this year Jamie and I are 21 so we can finally take our first peek into the famed Hancock bar (okay, maybe the only Hancock bar) Sneaky Pete's. I have a sneaking suspicion the reality will disappoint these years of built-up expectations.

THINGS I WOULD NOT BE SURPRISED TO SEE IN SNEAKY PETE'S
1) The various members of Blue Sky, the band that has played at Hancock's street dance the last few years and whose repertoire seems to contain only Johnny Cash songs
2) A Hell's Angel
3) Dave Coulier
4) Broken dreams

Remember me?

It's been awhile...I wouldn't blame you if you forgot about the existence of this blog.

Anyways, topic of today: Skype faces. Mainly when skype freezes, the amazingness that ensues.

Here's one I took of Jamie. It looks like something out of Shrek/the Muppet Studio/Dark Crystal/your greatest nightmare.

My Summer Thus Far

I don't really know what to say mostly because it doesn't quite feel like summer has begun. I keep feeling like I'll realize that classes didn't end after all...Besides that awful feeling, I have been trying to make the most of my relaxing (yet intellectually stimulating) summer. I'm more than half way through "The English Patient," which I love. Its prose is just haunting, the images strong and unique but transitory. Sure, it's not quite one of those pink-covered chick lit books that you are supposed to read during the summer (while sipping on a cosmo or appletini, of course), but it's definitely my kind of read. Besides that Jamie, as you probably know, is in Amsterdam. Which leaves me alone at the apartment. I hardly am alone, ever, since my house in Omaha always has at least one family member hanging around. The first day I got pretty lonely, but now I see the perks to living alone. I don't have to do dishes diligently. I can leave my books scattered throughout the apartment.(Jamie, I bet you are having a heart attack as you read this--don't worry. The apartment will be spotless by your return!). Would I like to live alone permanently? No, but for right now it suits my mood.

"Why Hello Amsterdam. I Hope We Can Be Friends."

I'm a day away from my European adventure and I'm feeling a mix of extreme excitement ("yay for traveling!"), nerves ("everyone is going to hate you! The Dutch people will even spit on your stupid American face!"), and a mix between the two (that conversation is too expletive-filled to include on our blog). Mostly, I'm just finishing my packing (my room was so clean just a day ago! Now it looks like a scene from "Sanford and Son," only with more dresses) and having a super lazy day. Okay, a mostly lazy day. I still have a few errands I get to do. Wonderful. But I've also decided I should do some stereotypical American things today before I leave tomorrow. Here's what I have so far:

-watch a dancing/singing/celebrity-doing-one-of-those-beforementioned-acts show.

-shoot animals from a helicopter

-wear a shirt with an American flag, wolf, and eagle on it.

-tearfully sing the American national anthem as I fall asleep tonight

...and that's all I have for the moment. I think that seems like a pretty doable list, right? Right?

-Jamie

Celebration!

I am one final away from being done with my junior year! I decided to celebrate---only we are nearly out of food in the apartment, so I will have to settle for a celebratory lunch of goldfish crackers and a Smirnoff blueberry-lemonade beverage.

Tomorrow

Tomorrow happens to be a VERY special person's birthday. Yes, Robespierre. Max (or as I like to call him, "Robes") and I had some good times back in the day. Times I can't describe on a public blog. We were so high on revolutionary ideals, I bet Robes and I can't even remember half of them! Robes, even though we went our separate ways, I still have no regrets. Here's a picture of us, the way we were.