First Blog Entry. Whoahhhh...

Posted by owlofminerva at 3:26 PM 3 comments
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
And... it's dusk, whatever that means..
Whoah. Dude. There’s definitely something to be said for your first blog high. I get a lot of highs, (none of them consisting of, like, actual drugs, mind,) but this is… a first. I mean, hell, you’ve got your “first lip-gloss squirt” high (shut up, no I did NOT make that up) which is all, like, girly excitement and stuff, and then you’ve got your everyday highs… like when you run around stomping bananas and apples and oranges during tutorial... and then start maniacally sniffing said stamped fruit... and then stringing garlands of ginko leaves on trees... while eating pansies… (Ohhhh. That’s just me? Nevermind then.) …Right, anyway, my point is- this “first blog” high thing is more like a sense of awe. Like duuude. I’m writing a BLOG. That's so... cool.

Anyway, coincidentally Bridge convinced me I should start writing my own blog at just the right time in my life . For a few months I've been idly planning to start a journal (...yeah... ANOTHER one...) but never really got around to it. (I mean what's the point? I'd just lose it...) But a blog is like... cool. Not that I actually expect someone to read it, although it's totally awesome, not to mention flattering if someone does, but it's just a cool way to organize my thoughts and like, my own self-concept of who I am. Hmmm. I think the last part of that sentence was redundant. Oh whatever.

Anyway... for starters... I like... Gossip Girl. Yes. No, I'm totally serious. And I don't mean I like Gossip Girl as in "I like making fun of Gossip Girl". I mean I like Gossip Girl as in "omg she did NOT just do that". As in I'm seriously into it. Trust me- I find this just as mystifying as you do...

I also like... cracking my back. And I secretly like it when people make faces like they're grossed out even though I smile sheepishly and say sorry. Muah ha ha...

I... don't like my face. I know, right? Who does? But no... I have icky crooked teeth, look like I haven't slept in months, and have shaggy hair that is either badly in need of a haircut or needs to grow out. And FAST. (Yes please dear God.) and I'm awkward tall. There's pretty model graceful tall... and then there's awkward tall. I am the latter. And I have a really short torso. Which annoys me. Long legs to counter it, which I could use to my advantage... if I wasn't too lazy... but still. Hmph. And now I'm rolling my eyes at all this self bashing so I guess I ought to put the good stuff in too? I have chubby cheeks which can look adorable, although they kind of annoy me too, and really dark brown eyes. Which I like. But did I mention the HUGE forehead? Lol. I know I sound kind of emo and whatevs... but I'm really not. I'm actually a very happy person who doesn't look like a model (and vaguely wishes she did) but again: whatev. Who does anyway?

I have two cats: Jasper and Simon, and they are complete and utter opposites. Jasper is tiny- a long haired abysinian with many different colors of brown fur. He is adorable and has a HUGE bushy tail. AND HE LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE A FOX. No seriously when one of my friends met him she was just like "whoah. are you allowed to have a fox for a pet in MN?" then again she's not the brightest bulb... jk jk:) He's also THE most annoying creature on earth. Oh no. Do not even TRY to argue. So I walk through the front door right? Lugging my backpack after an exhausting day wanting nothing more than to drop immeadietly into my bed with a good book and some ice cream, and this furry thing comes hudling at my face (which, btw, absolutely terrifies me. I'm the girl who releases that bloodcurdling shriek when one of my friends pretends to hit me in the face. Slowly. After they TELL me they're going to try to make me scream,) and then he wraps his little arms around me. (no- not PAWS. I swear to God they're arms. He is a monkey in a catsuit. Or foxsuit. Whatever.) AND THEN HE STARTS LICKING MY NECK. no. it is not cute. it is painful. Did you know wild tigers lick their prey to death? As in THEY LICK THEY'RE SKIN OFF. Jasper's toungue is rougher than sand paper. It is sooo painful you have no idea. Anyway, he is also insanely talkative. Like he runs around the house muttering things in his high monkey voice. no I'm serious. (What kind of cat says "oo oo ah ah"? um... mine?) And he's totally an arrogant prick. Like if my mom picks him up and starts petting him he'll start preening in her arms and toss me glances that so clearly say: "oh yes aren't you jealous?" No this is not just me. He does the same thing to my mom. But I love the little bugger annoying as he is. Even though I wake up multiple times during the night because he's curled around my head with his tail in my nose purring as loud as a tank. Not that tanks purr. Or maybe they do. I wouldn't know...

Simon, on the other hand, is shy. Shy and beautiful and graceful. He's a golden short haired abysinian and looks like one of those Egyptian statues. He has a beautiful voice and sounds like a boy soprano. You know that beautiful pure voice that's perfect for christmas carols... He is totally alpha male and a british lord. Did I mention he's also Mr. Darcy reincarnated? He... is. Truly. And he's very divine.

Anyway... yawn. I'm tired. Might write more tomorrow. I heart this blog thing. Mmmm.
'Night, world.