If this blog were a tamagotchi, it probably would have starved to death or run away by now. Of course, if it were a tamagotchi, I probably would have given up on taking care of its overly demanding pixellated ass and made my sister take care of it instead. I am as much an irresponsible electronic pet owner as I am an irresponsible electronic blog owner. It's like I hate the future or something.
I haven't written much because I've mostly been having an existential crisis during which I realized that I do not have my shit together. You see this shit? This shit is not together. This is some Ex-lax shit right here.
And then I went home. Which was mostly stressful because I got to see my family for about .5 seconds and then spent the rest of the time yelling at Cody and not finding a tuxedo jacket with tails for my Halloween costume because apparently nobody but me wants to dress up as Zatana. Apparently I can be a slutty bumblebee, a slutty "mod" girl, and a slutty goth Raggedy Anne but not a slutty magician. What, my breasts aren't magical enough? I'm considering this one a personal attack against me, Halloween-stores-I-will-not-mention-by-name. You know who you are.
But anyway! Point is, today I finally (mostly) pulled my shit together. I've got a couple of volunteer projects on my plate, the vague promise of a summer job if I kiss lots and lots of ass, and the slight possibility of an undergraduate research grant if I work my bum off kicking ass and taking names. So, yeah, it's safe to say there's a lot on my plate and "blarg" isn't too high on the list.
But I'm not ditching this little side excursion of mine. Mostly I'm just neglecting it like a flea-infested dog you've tied up in the backyard. Eventually I will take that dog to the vet. Just not today. And probably not tomorrow, either. Friday's looking kind of iffy too, and you know the vet's closed on weekends. Eh, I'll get around to it.
