Holy Shit, Has it been this long?

I'm Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!

So far away....

So, I am moving.

To a big city that is not the small town that I have lived in practically my entire life.

I am scared shit-less.

I have chosen to move immediately after I finish classes. This was probably one of my more ridiculous ideas. I do get to paint my apartment though. Paint is good.

Icky "what if's" creep into my head and I can't stop worrying that I'll end up scared and alone in a big city all by my lonesome. You know, ALONE. Am I conveying my codependency to you? AM I??? ALONE. ALL ALONE.

I have to keep reminding myself that the proverbial move to the big city after college is practically a mandatory experience for young career women.

Mary Tyler Moore did it.

Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.

I am alive. It's been a long time. I fully recognize that in the world of blogs, "absent" equals "bad" and I really could have written, really should have written, really wish that I had written, but until today I simply didn't have the strength.

I'm Back. Again. And hopefully not for the last time.

Thanksgiving was yesterday. I would be lying my pants off if I claimed that I did not have more to be thankful for than any human being rightly deserves. I thought I would mark my entrance back into the blogosphere with a list of the things that I am the most thankful for. In no particular order,

Reasons The Blond Recluse Has to Be Thankful:
1. She graduates from college in December.
2.Her entire family is healthy and happy.
3. A very good looking, smart, funny, loving boy is watching football in her living room.
4. The boy in the living room loves her.
5. Her dog.
6. Her blog.
7. Her new camera.
8. Wine.
9. She quit smoking.

Short but sweet. There are literally thousands more reasons for me to be thankful, but I must trot off to the wine emporium to purchase tonight's beverage of choice. It's good to be back.

Do your eyes hurt? Because they're killing me.

Y'all. I have a cyst on my EYEBALL. Well, sort of. I don't really know if it's classified as a "cyst" per say, but it is a clear, fluid filled, something icky resting on my poor right eye. I am a little freaked out about this. Said freaked-ness can be illustrated in following conversation that I had with my dad, the lung doctor. Disclaimer: I may have the slightest flair for the dramatic.

Me: I HAVE A TUMOR ON MY EYEBALL.

Dad: Riiiiiiight. Like the pulmonary embolism you had in July that turned out to be heartburn?

Me: NO. This time it's serious. I don't want to freak you out or anything, BUT MY EYE IS EXPLODING.

Dad: Pulmonary embolisms aren't exactly fodder for comic relief.

Me: No. My eye is STINGING. AND with the lumpy ness and the clear ball that is on my EYE.

Dad: Right. Well, come on up to the office and we'll have a look. But hey, run to Starbucks and get me one of those latte things first.

Me: Sigh.

So, I went. And he looked. And he asked me if I'd quit wearing the three hundred dollar sunglasses he and my mother had given me for Christmas because it appears that my eyes??? Have been damaged by the sun!!!!!! EEEEK! So, the eye doctor was called all "beep beep stat." But he was in surgery. So I'm back home, waiting to hear what exactly is the matter with my eyeball. Trying not to freak out........a lot.

"I like you. Now watch this die"

So. I'm dating someone New. And this has been Fun.

Also, stressful.

Mainly because things over here have been pretty busy.

OK, that isn't entirely true.

But yes with the funness and dating and also, he brings me flowers. I am sort of torn on this issue. It is so depressing to watch a symbol of some one's feelings for you turn brown and start to smell, but they're gorgeous while they last and it's such a nice gesture.

Moving on, it's been Shark Week on the Discovery Channel and I've had exams which has resulted in a conflict of interest of sorts. Forgo my love of shark facts and ace my exams OR slide by with minimal studying and spend the week with my ass fused to the sofa, eating diet pizza and soaking in as much shark related material as is humanly possible.

I'll let you guess which one I picked.

Lets just hope I don't fail out of school.

old greg

Hello

Its finals week for summer term. In my attempt to procrastinate as much as possible I'm catching up on....well...anything that doesn't involve statistics or paleolithic cave drawings. Blogging falls into that category. So, in one of my last entrys I entertained the idea of a photo essay situation....that was before my camera was unceremoniously thrown down a sewer by my brother. Who should sleep with one eye open for a while.

The Long and Winding Road

SO, I’m writing this on my way to this thing I have to do that required me to
a) wake up at 4:00 this morning and
b) ride in the car with my mother for twelve hours.

I am not a happy camper right now.

Also, Montgomery Alabama smells like feet . It is incredibly nauseating. We are currently stuck in traffic and listening to quite possibly the worst radio station in the history of the world. I know this because they have played a stream of music so offensive to the ears that even my mother commented “dear goodness where did these people acquire their taste” which is really saying something. My mothers music taste includes KAREN CARPENTER people. Echk.

Anyway, so yes with the traveling and the boredom and the traffic. Also, today is the first day it’s been sunny in like, a week. I really really wanted to get some sun but as I am trapped in this sardine tin on wheels, it looks like I’ll be purchasing my makeup in the shade “near death” for a while now.

In case you haven’t noticed, today it’s all about angst. Lots and lots of angst. Also: the smell of feet. Which, no lie, may make me retch. Other fun trinkets include, a trip to the IMAX to see Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix…..which in theory sounds marvelous but in actuality was a neck breaking, nausea inducing window into hell. I will explain this sentence more effectively in a list of greivances that start now.
1. The dome is way to close to your face. If you have ever been to an IMAX, you know what I’m talking about. It feels like you could be having a really great viewing experience if only you were twenty feet away from the screen, it’s the adult equivalent of sitting RIGHTINFRONT of the tv, the manner of an eight year old except this time you get a headache.
2.YOU MAY NOT LEAVE THE THEATRE FOR ANY REASON WHATSOEVER WE DO NOT CARE IF YOU ARE MID-ANEURYSM, WE ARE SORRY. This includes bathroom trips. This makes eighty ounces of diet coke and a freakin’ Harry Potter epic a BAD COMBINATION, PEOPLE.
3. One ticket is ten dollars. TEN DOLLARS.
4. Because of previously discussed proximity to the screen, your eyes can only focus on a tiny portion of it, preventing the ultimate movie viewing experience.
5. You’re eyes will bleed from being stretched so widely.
6. BLEED!
Oh well. So, the NEW book is coming out FRIDAY and I'm not going to lie, I am really excited. I would post all of my theories about the plot but I think that might be taking things a little too far. Right now I'm just refusing to expose myself to ANY news outlets that might think it was oh, I dunno, FUN to tell people spoilers that they have waited LIKE TEN YEARS to know.

Aside from loathing this car trip and being really inappropriately excited about a children’s book, not much is going on. I'm thinking a picture blog might be fun for a while....I'll take some shots today and we'll see what happens.