In The Great Tangle: Why I Am Semi-Coherent

My mind has been deteriorating for awhile now. Do you remember when you found out you were sheltered? Were you sheltered? I was. I thought I knew what the bad things in life were. I've seen some of them. I thought I knew what a pervert was. I didn't.  I thought I knew what knowledge was. I thought I knew what good and bad was. I thought my black, white, and shades of grey were enough. Why is there green in there? Why is there purple? Is that teal?!

So, my well organized strands of brain matter were squashed together like so much yarn, and now I'm trying to some sense of them. Which you think would be easier as much time as I spend alone in my apartment. I'm still refusing to socialize now that Tyler isn't here. I'll stop being surly about it any day now, but probably not tomorrow or the next. So I don't speak of things that don't  make sense except when I want to appear insane. [

And to celebrate his memory I've randomly taken up video games, which I used to be not so very fond of with few exceptions.  THE HORROR! But I'll live. I've grown quite fond of the Super Nintendo.

I keep meaning to post reviews from the many books I've read this summer up....That will probably come before I stop being surly. I hope.

I am an Old Lady.

I recently bought some pictures to hang in y apartment. That along with the decorating scheme has led to a very cluttered Victorian look, combined with the knitting basket, random tea paraphernalia, and the chocolate chip cookies I  just made...

Why am I old?!?!

Oh my gosh I'm so happy this is the greatest thing EVER!

Guess what's going to be in Nashville, an hour and a half drive away, on November first?


MUMFORD & SONS!!!!!!!

Today I Laughed

My parents came to visit me at my apartment today. Which I really super appreciate because my parents are my favorite parents and I like them.

After we ate some Chinese, I wanted to go to Wal-Mart for some baby dill wholes (which makes my mom giggle maniacally every time I say it). As we checked out:

Dad: Starr, why did you have to go to the self checkout?

Me: Because it's fun! I like the scanny thing. Makes me feel all space age. *Dad puts money into the machine*

Machine: Please take your change! *Spits out four dollar bills on the floor quite vehemently*

Mom: .....

Me: .....

Mom & Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Hahahahahahahaha!

Mom: That's how real checkout people should give you your change. Just chuck it at you.

Dad: *eye roll*

It's 1 a.m. and Egg is in Alignment

I'm sitting here at one in the morning listening to Pandora (Based on Mumford & Sons).

This is a rather lovely quiet. I'm lying. It's the quite of the city. Which is quiet with occasional squealing tires and the eerie sound of sirens (Unfortunately not the cool kind of sirens. No Odyssey for me) in the background. I have solved this problem partially by ambient farm noises, or sites like THIS. Though, there's a large chance that you'll creep yourself out with the flute bit, or really super need to pee not long after the creek noises start. I found myself feeling very Native American...

And then mixed together honey, yogurt, and egg yolk for a homemade face mask. Ummm, eww? It was stinky, sticky, and made my face look like a sunflower puked on it. (Egg is in alignment with my face!) Plus side, my face is so freaky smooth is crazy.

Oh, and for those who like a good fantasy RPG, this web comic is good for a few laughs and juvenile humor.

And now I sleep for in five hours I have Espanol. Which I cannot speak. (Or read, or write, or vaguely understand. Hole, porque? Porque!)

Hello, my imagination.

Hello Blogosphere and Many Many People Who Are Imaginary,

Thank you for your continued following in my absence. I have been incognito for awhile. This happens when I have dial-up, am lazy, or somehow wrangled my way into 8 a.m. classes everyday and one three hour night class that lasts til 9.

I don't have dial-up anymore, but the others are still applicable.

Nothing terribly interesting has happened in the recent weeks. My boyfriend is taking a semester off to put money up for college and is working at home since he has had the same summer job for four years at a pharmacy and they like him there.

This means I'm alone in my apartment pretty much all the time. I tend to go all Edgar Allan Poe when I spend large amounts of time by myself. Thankfully I can't bury any hearts under the floor, though. I live on the third floor. It would just plop bloodily onto the guy who lives underneath me who probably wouldn't notice because of all the wafting pot fumes that seem to continually be surrounding his door. Kinda reminds me of a high school bathroom, really.

I absolutely must put a list of books I read and liked this summer up (here or on Inside the Shelf). I a rather lot of young adult fantasy books in order to have a larger selection to recommend to my future students....WHAT?!

And now, I suppose I'll start getting re-acquainted with the wonders of blogging and talking to people who aren't my family or farm-life.