Showing posts with label me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label me. Show all posts

Monday, December 31, 2012

Five Things: 2012

I thought I'd round this year out with five things that have happened to me in 2012. Because I know you care.
Deeply.
1. I did some traveling, and it was amazing. I went to some new places, some old places, and all of it was perfect. I don't think it's a big secret that I am continually under the influence of wanderlust (at the same time, I doubt it's common knowledge on here), and I'm always happy to go somewhere different. Even if it's a museum twenty minutes away, or a national park two days away. I can only hope that I'll get half as many amazing opportunities in 2013!
I love the Arizona desert.




2. I adopted Charlie, who has continued to get bigger and bother/adore Angel and take up all the space on my bed. I'm okay with all of this, though. Even the whole climbing-on-my-clothes thing.
3. I've developed unhealthy attachments to various TV/radio shows and movies, and their collective actors and writers. The list is long, continually growing longer. This is me, regretting nothing:
4. I've made new friends, reconnected with old friends, and continued to make people look at me strangely while in the company of close friends.
Erika, aka Snowflake. Because she is a special 
one.

Casey, aka the Tony Stark to my Bruce Banner (science bros!).
5. I've passed all my classes, enjoyed the company of some amazing classmates, and learned a new skill (o due).
My year has been awesome, and I can only hope that 2013 will continue with that trend. And I hope that everyone else has had an excellent year!
Huzzuh!

Friday, November 30, 2012

Evolution

Warning: super long. Sorry. Mostly.
I grew up with a mom who loved to sew and loved to dress up her daughter, in equal measures. Yes, I'm sure you can imagine the dresses and matching hats and all that. Don't worry, I'll relieve your imaginative powers and let you have this:

Bonus cousin! He's taller than me now.
He's three months younger.
I resent it.
Then, when I was in the third grade or so, I started growing out of these dresses (I mean this more metaphorically than physically, really). All I wanted was a pair of jeans. I started dressing a lot more tomboyishly around the fourth grade. Coincidentally (or not), this was when I moved out of the realm of Little Girl to Little Chubby Girl.