Sunday, December 16, 2007

The Christmas Rap! The Christmas Rap!

So I'm not sure why the title of this blog keeps getting hidden behind the picture at the top of the page, but for someone who is extremely picky about everything besides food, it's kind of driving me nuts.


I'm going to an English honor society Christmas party today at a professor's house. He'll be making his "famous wassail" (which, what is that?) and we'll be having a book exchange. But not just any book exchange--to spice it up (ha. right.), we're supposed to bring a White Elephant book, one that we don't necessarily want anymore or wouldn't want, period.

My book? A classic, of course: The Greek Billionaire's Baby Revenge, published by the ever-popular behemoth of the industry, Harlequin Books.

It is an excellent addition for any library.

*Edited to add: The title of this post comes from a song that I had to sing at an elementary school Christmas program. Oh, the stories I have from those...

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Not funny.

I don't like being angry at you. But I do get frustrated with you an awful lot. Like tonight, when you asked me how my day was and then immediately said, "Oh wait, I don't care." I know you were joking--and maybe some days I can take it better than others--but in all honesty, that was mean. And it hurt. Because I feel like if you really cared, you wouldn't joke around like that. It's really not that funny to me.

I feel like you do that a lot--making jokes that, if you were to really mean them, would make me cry and dump you on the spot. Because I would, if you weren't joking around. When my phone cut out tonight, and you called me back and asked, "Did you just hang up on me?" I could hear the fear/wariness in your voice. I had you scared--scared that you would lose me. It was an amazing feeling of power. And it took everything within me not to tell you yes, I did that on purpose, because I knew then that you would know I wasn't kidding around. I told you I wouldn't hang up on you, and I won't, but that doesn't mean that I don't want to sometimes. It also doesn't mean that I think you're funny all the time.

I'm tired of you being mean to me like that. I deserve to be treated better than that; at least, that's what you've told me before. I used to not feel that way, but now I do. I know that this relationship has changed me, and I've changed for you, but now I want you to change for me. I need you to change for me.

Monday, December 10, 2007

To everything, turn turn turn

So I've started a blog. It's a weird feeling; I mean, I've been reading others' for so long that I feel like I've already written one--but I haven't. I think it's because I keep a running commentary in my head that starts to sound like I've written it on a blog. Anyway, I don't want to go all meta/philosophical/whatever about this. It's just a little weird, is all.

I'm probably not going to mess with the template or links or anything like that--I don't have time, number one, and number two, I don't really care that much. It's not like I'm going to have a bajillion readers right away (in fact, I'm not sure I want anyone to read this), so I don't see how it really matters. I guess if I get bored or something, I can always mess around with it.

Subject change:

I am finally done with all the papers and presentations, which is what I've come to define my weeks by. Sad, right? Tonight was the first night in--oh I don't know, NEVER?--that I haven't had anything due the next day. The freedom was absolutely amazing. I am soaking it up, because I have no idea when I'll ever have this again.

I even started a book that's not for a class. A true English major, I know.

microphone check

Just checking to see if this'll work. And by work, I mean two things:

1. This will actually get posted.
2. I'll keep this up.

I can't believe I really did this.

Written by an English major who really should expand her vocabulary.