Hey Folks

Remember when I used to write on this thing? 

Shut up, computer.

My other blogging friends can attest to this: it’s always bizarre blogging again after you’ve been away for awhile. And by “away” I mean “forgetting.” On one hand, I don’t want to apologize because it’s my damn blog and I can write whenever I want. But on the other hand, I’m not the total douche-mobile as the previous sentence suggests. 

“I’ve been SUPER busy,” I feel I should say. But really I’ve just been doing grown-up things that are just strange to me. So I guess what I really mean is, “I’ve been SUPER unfunny.” 

My time has been filled up with things like working lots of hours and paying bills and moving away from thieves (also known as roommates) and spraying mice with Fabreze and being locked out of houses with golden retrievers and going grocery shopping and pretty much having a quarter-life crisis each week which resulted in the acquirement of a record player, a hammock stand, two legal pads, and the way things are going, probably a banjo, a unicycle, and a ferret or something. 

Okay, maybe some of those things aren’t necessarily unfunny. 

But the deal is, blogging has once again gone to the wayside. 

So while I’m avoiding apologies and explanations, I will say this: consider this my knock at the door, saying “Can I come crash on your couch again? I have some funny stories and lots of popcorn.” 

Happy Flowerth of July!

 

PEW! PEW! PEWPEWPEW!

["Aww! Cute little ones!"]

 

paTOP! paTOP! Fsssssshhhhhh KAPOW!!

["WHOA! Didn't expect that one to come out amongst the others!"]

KARSH! KIRSH! HHHWWWWOOOOOOOO!!

["Ooh pretty! This is probably the grand finale!"]

Shoop! Shoop! Shoop! Fizzzzzzzz!

["Oh they surprised me again! Nice little interlude!"]

kaTOE! kaTOETOETOE! TOE!

["OHLOOKATALLOFTHEM!!"]

I could do this all day. 

If only we could grow Tom Thumb donuts, I'd never have to go out for the 4th of July again.

My New Kite

I thought I'd take a little break from being funny to show you something awesome. I got a new kite. As of now, she's nameless, but I'm pretty sure she's a girl.

The day I bought my kite Christie and I found out that there was a kite festival going on on top of a freaking frozen lake in the middle of freaking winter. So we went.

 Christie tried out her camera for photography class for the first time, hence the black-and-white, scanned pictures, and I flew my new beautiful kite.

 

 [I'm not in this one.]

I've never been to a kite festival before.  It was fun, actually, to watch the sky being boring and gray until a gust of wind came up and suddenly it was filled with color. There was music playing like, Come Fly With Me and other flight-sounding songs.

Anyway. It's a busy one, this week. But life definitely doesn't suck. Hope yours is going well too.

Enough with the Absences, Already!

I realize I haven’t posted for way over a week.  I realize that, okay? And don’t think it hasn’t been weighing on my mind, either—guilting and insulting me, reminding that I’ll lose all my follower(s), that I haven’t really been too busy not to blog, “You said that once a week at least you were going to post something, Shreds. Once a week!”

I hear you, Popcorn Day.  And thanks for calling me Shreds.

Although I severely neglected my poor little bloggity blog, I am proud to say that I did accomplish and experience numerous feats during my break from school: I introduced Christie to eggnog and the movie White Christmas, two things she had never had or seen before; I visited Rotary Lights in La Crosse, as mentioned on my previous post; I went sledding at midnight on Christmas Eve, and only cut my lip, which qualifies that as a relatively safe ride; beat my dad eleven games to ten in ping pong (that’s right, math people: I played 21 games of ping pong this break), I read two books, My Lobotomy and Harry Potter and The Sorcerer’s Stone; I had curried moules and crème brulée* which I hadn’t had since my summer in Europe; and I drove Christie to the airport where she flew off, all the way over to India, leaving me sad and alone until the end of January. (Read her blog.) 

As you can see, I did many a thing this break.  And now I’m packing up, laundering every article of clothing I own, and eating all of my parent’s food I can before I leave tomorrow morning for J-term.  Environmental Ethics is what I’m taking for the month. Three hours a day, starting at one o’clock. J-term is a very good thing, minus the fact that my little omelette folder is gone.

Now I can confidently say that I’m back, follower(s). The chilliness of January will most assuredly keep me in my dorm room nice, warm, and slowly getting fatter (unless my New Year’s resolution to hit the campus gym at least twice a week doesn’t fail). Hibernation, frozen nose hairs, and frostbit toes await me. And that, my friends, is the perfect recipe for blogging.

*And look at this feast! I'm sorry, I have to talk about it. Kafé 421 in Dinkytown. Delicious Curried Moules and Créme Brulle. Mouth watering. Perfectly prepared. I-think-my-tongue-has-died-and-gone-to-heaven good. I mean hello.