Tuesday, January 27, 2009

OMG, im blogging on my cell phone!!!

This is incredible, this is superb. I'm actually blogging on my cell phone! The only thing is that I don't think I can format so you'll just have to read one very long paragraph. Like I can be at the car wash or a thought can pop in my head and I can blog...on the go. So I didn't blog every day on my vacation. In fact this is the last day. In eleven days, I managed to eat the entire contents of my fridge, and my mom's fridge and any food in my line of sight. I'm a little large and in charge, but nothing I can't fix. I think I've spent more time laying down than standing upright. Oh, I did manage to get a dental exam. Guess how many cavities I have? 7! SEVEN! I was appalled!its not like I'm in kindergarden running around with a sucker in my mouth all day. I've gone through a half a bottle of Listerine. I even started flossing three times a day but it gives me smile wrinkles so I'm only doing that at night. Hence the over usage of mouth wash. I've also kept up with my resolution to make more friends. I went to an alumni brunch and instead of sitting by one of my best friends for years I sat by people I don't know. I even initiated small talk. I KNOW! Crazy, right? Me, interested in others. Or,sometimes I get shy, but I was having a pretty day so that helped. A few cups of coffee and good conversation. I love Sunday brunch minus the all you can eat. It should be illegal cause' then your day is shot. I think I will organize one every week with different people. That will be fun. Or a book club! Except not about those Twighlight books. I swear they move at a turtle pace. In any case, I feel energized this year, like the world is my oyster...is that a saying? Oh yes, like you open it and oooh what's inside? The last two years I felt lost, which made me a hermit. Clarissa and I joked that I should have a coming out party, or as Olivia from The City says, a "Deb Ball." lol! I feel that way. My friend Michelle blogged and said that she collects sticks and hopes to make a sculpture one day.I mean, I can make a sculpture out of credit card statements. I don't stop to say, oh look, what a unique stick? I'm just not that interesting. I'm like stomping through the planet so carelessly that I walk into a supermarket across the street and can't remember if I'm in a ralphs or albertsons! And, if I did meaningful things like collect I would have interesting things to talk about with people I don't know. Do you see how it all relates, people! It all ties back. There was a point to this blog, well except the part about my teeth. Now as for what to collect, I don't know yet, so for now my small talk will have to be about not knowing what to collect. that's all the wisdom I can share for now, as blogging on a BlackBerry pearl hurts my forearm.please disregard any typos due to predictive text. :)

1 comment:

cirque du vie said...

as i was once called in my kick boxing class, and now i am going to pass down the torch and give you the title of: crazy assassin. haha! especially after reading this entry. :P