Monday, March 14, 2011

The Show Must Go On

I have been procrastinating on writing a new post for this blog for almost a month now. Although, I know that reading this blog is on the top of everyone's to-do list, I hope that all 17 of my die hard followers will forgive me. 
When I was thinking about what to write for my next post, I realized that my original intentions for this blog might have been a little unrealistic. I'm not sure if I can say everything (or anything) I want to if I want any of my graduate school paid for, if you know what i mean... Maybe my book can wait after all? Muaaahhh. I felt like something light-hearted should end this paragraph, but all I could think of was muaaahh. 
So, I don’t know where to go with this blog. It may end up lost in cyber-space. I could turn it into a photo-journal blog. (I know, original.) Testing, testing. This is my friend Becca’s eyeball. 





And here’s some bubbles.





But if I did turn this into a photo-journal blog I think it would be a little more engaging than that.
Or maybe those poor souls that I want to write about in my family blog could grin and bear it. Here is a little test blurp:
My step-mom thinks everything is cute. Literally everything. Of course there’s the inevitable - puppies, babies, small things in general. Then there’s the middle-ground/questionable - camels, plants, house decor. And then there is the extreme and unexplainable. We were walking down a neighborhood street in Salt Lake City a couple months ago, and she suddenly exclaimed, “those lamps are so cute!” 
Did she just say that the lamps were cute? In baby talk? That can't be right...


After many years of observing, I have come to the conclusion that her brain is wired to think everything is "cute" (she may also come from the same planet as my cat). But, in her defense, they generally are fluffy and/or small things, with only the occasional street lamp.


End of test blurp. That was fun.
Welp, I think that for now, this vlog will continue. It might venture away from the theme of my childhood/family from time to time (or maybe more...), but according to my boyfriend (who knows nothing about blogs), my blog doesn't need to have a theme! This is a revelation! He also told me that starting a new photo-journal blog would make me a blog whore. So, I am going to just pile all my brain bursts into this blog, no restrictions. Here I go, back to blogging, (and I'm not going to let studying for the MCAT hold me back anymore!! Hopefully.) 
On that note, who wants me to do their makeup?






(By the way, I was not a child stripper, as it may appear. I just didn't like wearing clothes.)