Since I spent all that time posting about the fairs and apparently NO ONE read it, I am feeling blah about blogging. Or blah-ging.
I don't just write this all out there for my posterity. I am doing it for comments. I refuse to get a page counter, mostly because I can't figure out how to make it work and I refuse to pay for one, so if you don't comment, I don't know you came and read. Even if it sucked, tell me so.
Okay, technically I am kind of doing it for posterity, also. I mean, the goal here is kind of to keep an online journal and then print it out and hand it to your kids on their way out the door into real life and say "here's your memories" right?
This could be seriously helpful to my kids' reflections of me should I decide to beef me up a bit. hmm...
Okay, I don't know what this is all about.
In all fairness to you, and really that's generous of me since this is MY blog, I started one of my 4 a year periods this week AND had two midterms. So I'm allowed to be fried at this time on Friday afternoon. I'm allowed to be crazy with stupidity and I'm allowed to have hurt feelings about stupid things. (no, not about the comments, there is life beyond my blog, even for me!)
Maybe it's made all the worse because Mom said I'm so funny. So I post a blog with one big convaluted story leading up to the punch line at the end and .... crickets.
Mom, evidently I am NOT funny. Hope your trip to Texas goes better (or went better by the time you read this) than my physics test. As long as the plane stays in the air the whole time it should (apparently there's a formula for figuring that all out but clearly I don't know it!) you've already won.
I did score a 94% on my sociology exam I barely studied for. How is it that I am a hard science major who can skate my way through social/soft sciences? Maybe I need to re-evaluate the major. They just don't let Sociologists into dental school, though.