It feels somewhat ridiculous to be writing posts, as nobody of yet knows about my new blog, but I figure the best way to start is to have something written. My life is one ridiculous day after another, but I'm extra ridiculous lately. On Tuesday I am moving out of the room I've been renting all summer, and into my very first apartment. Very exciting, very dangerous, oh god we're going to be the most irresponsible apartment mates EVER. But those worries are for another time.
To compound upon the perils of moving, I am leaving for a backpacking trip across Europe on WEDNESDAY. That's right, the day after I move. Thus, I am trying to prepare myself for both events.
In a genius move by my partner in crime, and also coincidentally partner in somewhat impromptu jaunts to Europe, we are bringing peanut butter for gifts for our host families. Apparently peanut butter is not consumed in Europe, so this will be a quirky gift straight from the land of red, white, and oh-my-god-your-president-sucks. But as this is a backpacking trip, I am not checking my luggage, just carrying on my pack. I'm trying to deftly hide a needle for any clothing mishaps mid-travel, but I fear I will be found out because I am also carrying three little jars of Kroger-brand peanut butter. I am having horrifying images of trying to explain to security exactly why I will need three jars of PB in Madrid.... I don't think they take jokes well, and are probably not that keen on how incredibly clever we are in gift-giving. Lance, I blame you for the awkward situation that is sure to commence, and curse you for not being there to support my ridiculous story.
That is an awfully long rant on awkward peanut butter explanations, so I will up the tone by adding in a RAVE. No, no you misguided youths, put down your glowsticks and ecstasy. I'm talking more along the lines of, things I love.
New obsession: space saver bags. I bought them today at Target, and have already packed my clothes into my pack. These bags are PURE MAGIC. You just put in your folded clothes, roll the air out, and have this fabulous flattened bag, that you can fold or roll or even wield as a weapon (it's dense enough I'm sure it could knock someone out).
Whew! With that out of my system, I must go on to finish packing and freaking out about all the impending events. Life!!!
7.29.2006
A New Leaf
Life changes, thus blogs must also change. My decision to start a more sophisticated (read: less embarassing) blog came when I realized my oldest xanga.com entry dated back to my senior year of high school, and chronicled why I love drum majors. Let's just move on from that, shall we?
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