So . . . . I don't know what but I tend to start off every sentence with 'so'. I think it's because with these blog posts, I'm kinda just expressing my what's in my head. Like, turning a corkscrew into my head and letting all my thoughs flow out in tiny, jambled letters. Is jambled a word? Debatable.
So quel est new in my life? Well I'm doing the school thing. And I aced my first midterm! Yeah, motherf***er! High fives all 'round! High fives all 'round! But I don't think I did as well on the next two that I had. But I had three in a week, give me a break. i.e. I should have studied harder and am trying to not feel as bad by blaming it on something irrelevant. But three is a lot.
Oh my, I blog like a person whose thoughts are all jumbled up. Like a yarn of string that been unravelled throughout a room, over a table, bed, draped around picture frames and blinds, behind a vase, under a light and around the doorknob. I try.
Linear thoughts. 1) I want to write a blog post everyday. Why, you ask. Because writing is therapeutic in a way. Getting the thoughts in your head somewhere, into another medium, onto paper, into the online machine, takes the onus off your brain. And your brain already has enough shit to deal with girl!
2) I think doing something consistent in my life, again and again, unfailingly (hopefully) will be good for me.
3) Is there really a number three? Or do I just really like numbers, and stuff.
4) Ooh! Ooh! There is a number 3, but now it's number 4. Fail.
Okay though, number 4 is . . . . (drumroll please! . . . . okay come on, actually do it. For me? Okay, fine, whatever) . . . . . . . . . . The Amazing Race is starting up again! My life is totally going to be more complete on Feb. 14 than it is right now. Like an older sibling coming home, or discovering that favourite stuffed animal in closet again after years of neglect. The bees inside me are buzzing with the excitement of new teams, new locations and the neverending rollercoaster of emotions the show never fails to take you on. Bees? yeah, I don't know.
So that's the end of the blog. Too long, I know. If you actually read to the end of this, give yourself a f***ing pat on the back. Serisously. You deserve. it.
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