I refuse to start this post with an excuse for why I haven't blogged in almost a month, so I won't. (Partially because I don't have one, but mainly because they're obnoxious and unoriginal, unless it's a really good one. And typically they aren't, I think.)
This past Monday seems to have been fairly universally horrid. (Monday is usually begging to have someone light a match to it and laugh maniacally as it burns, but this one was particularly awful.) It was big and bad and ugly for our immediate family for reasons I cannot presently expound upon on the Internet, but prayer for all of us would be welcome. I found out tonight that someone very special to my grandma died on Monday (which was also her birthday, in a twist of bitter irony). And a lot of my friends posted Facebook statuses about generally suckish things that were happening to them on Monday. Though Hannah appeared to have a fun self-revelation on Monday, which is always exciting. But mostly, Monday was really terrifically not terrific, and I've been trying to sort out the rest of my week bit by bit since then. AUGH. At least classwise, 'tis nearly done.
I am so sad that I didn't do a birthday post on the 8th. i was going to do like a little journal-y thing with bits if things that happened and were observed by me throughout the day, and a screenshot of the birthday wishes email I got from YourPants.com, and it was uber cool, but then it was 6 minutes too late by the time I realized I hadn't actually posted it and I was kind of devastated.
So! I have named my laptop at last! Its name is Asfaloth. That's the name of Glorfindel's white horse in the Fellowship of the Ring. (For any non-book-devotees reading this, it was Arwen that rode Asfaloth in the movie, taking Frodo to Rivendell.) That's one Accomplishment of Awesome achieved! I need to go through my list and update what I have and have not accomplished…I know i've accomplished at least 4 or 5 (barely a dent in my 74 1/2 items, I know) and failed one…Anywho.
My bamboo plant: Spritely Fetch-the-Battle-Axe Takemoko. I think. The first name is still under debate (yes, it's supposed to be irony). I'm thinking about something more Asian, possibly. Or an obscure, long, and thus awesome adjective. But I definitely like the last name and the middle addendum.
Oh, and my friends threw me a surprise party last week. Which was AMAZING. Because I've wanted a surprise party since around the age of 11 (8ish years), but I didn't say anything about it, because, you know, my parents wouldn't remember that idea long-term and they couldn't use it the same year or it wouldn't be a surprise. (Just the way parents work. Or, mine do.) (They did throw me one when I turned six, but it scared me and I ran and hid in a kitchen cupboard instead of being social, like you're supposed to do at your own birthday parties.) The Sunday before, Gwen and I had actually had a conversation about surprise birthday parties, about which I promptly forgot and thus did not suspect a thing, even when Mom was like , "I have to go run errands at 7 at night!" and then "didn't hear" any of my queries about where we were going. Thus, I was caught very off guard when lots of people leapt out from Adam and Terra's living room furniture and yelled, "SURPRISE!" It has been reported that my face turned purple. We ate lots of tasty party food and watched The Road to El Dorado (just about the best/most quotable movie ever, made before DreamWorks started making crappy live-action films) and lots of Tim Hawkins videos and it was SO MUCH FUN and MY FRIENDS ARE AWESOME, even if all of them couldn't be there.
It made the previous Tuesday, which was my actual birthday, less depressingly anticlimactic, which is most bodacious.
So, it's forty minutes past midnight, and I still need to write a 600-word paper for my humanities class tomorrow. Thusly I bid you all a very fond farewell. (I feel as though this is a quote from a movie in which someone dies immediately after saying that…Hm.)
(Oh—Bilbo Baggins says that right before he leaves the Shire forever. Not really dying. But still a drastic end to his life as he knows it. Possibly good and possibly bad. I sense that I'm about to launch a tangential and philosophical discussion right now, and I really need to not do that right now, so…guten nacht. Maybe I will do this *points upwards* later.)
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