I was tired of looking like a disheveled homeless person, so I went to Kenny (Kenny Fantastic, I call him) at Supercuts and had him mow the back of my head a little. I no longer have a semi-mullet, so while I am no longer ironic and kitschy, I could pass for a professional person…if I stay away from the baggy jeans and sneakers.
I also got my eyebrows waxed. I’m ready, as they say, for anything. I suppose.
So for once I have almost as many saved posts as posted posts, and I’m working on perfecting them all to delight and entertain my audience of exactly two people. Luckily for me, those two people are very important to me so I strive to impress, if only to hear, “Hey Liz, nice blog the other day”.
It’s been a tumultous week at work, and I’m just praying for one, two, eight, twenty, thirty more weeks that can be as tumultous as they wanna be, so long as I keep a job through the upcoming semester.
I have an awesome new Emma post with VIDEO, I just have to get her parent’s permission to post their child on my blog. She’s awesome, and it’s possible (remotely, remotely possible) that some legitimate Hollywood person will stumble across my humble blog and offer her parents ten gazillion dollars for similar videos of Her Adorableness, so that’s an incentive.
I also have lots to say about the books I’ve been reading to get ahead of the upcoming semester, and how excited I am about the work I’ll be doing in my Senior Seminar class. Just trying to find the time to make it all entertaining enough to validate my presence in this little space.
One day at a time…
When I think about this blog it becomes distorted in my mind. I like to think of it as a showcase for my keen observations and acerbic wit, but it’s really not. It’s really a place where I sluggishly review movies and talk about my various ailments and stresses – so tense and completely stressed out and afraid of saying anything too personal while getting intirely tiresome reporting on migraine after migraine.
Enough.
This is my New Year’s Resolution to myself. I want a blog that’s fun for ME to read, whether or not it’s fun for anyone else to read. Back in my early blogging days I used to chuckle out loud when I wrote a blog. I would feel smug and self-satisfied when I went back and read them. I want that back. I want to feel smug and self-satisfied. I want the word venom.