Introduction

I decided some time last week to start this blog and when I thought about it last week, I had these wonderfully entertaining and witty things to say. Obviously, I remember none of them now, when I'm actually posting.

I'm an English major, or I was, now I have my Bachelor's. Then again, I'm starting graduate school, so I guess that makes me an English major again. I'm not sure how the technicality works there. My undergraduate emphasis was Creative Writing and I minored in Anthropology. I think if I could have, I would have done a double major-English/Anthro. but alas, this school is too small to have a large enough department to allow for Anthropology as a major. Ultimately, my minor is useful in that I can bitch about movies/books/stories/etc. by saying "No, that's not the way cultures really work, I don't believe your fantastical nomadic tribe is realistic." So, it's been very useful on a practical level, as you can tell.

My birthday just passed by recently (May 26) which happens to always fall on Memorial Day weekend. This means that for much of my life I spent my birthday camping with my family. Note: I strongly dislike camping with my family. This is not to be confused with camping with English major friends, which happened on Memorial Day weekend this year. The main difference is where my family insists on doing stuff, (like hiking up a mountain all afternoon), English majors are just in it for the chance to be bums all weekend. On the day of my birth itself, I spent the morning babysitting, the afternoon at my on-campus job, and the evening (until 1:30 a.m.) working at the bar. Hooray for me. Can you tell I'm pessimistic about my Birthday? So, now I'm twenty two and I've passed all of the interesting mile markers for good. The only thing I have to look forward to next is the big two-five when my car insurance rates go down.

My only other relevant news is that I spent five hours last Tuesday at a car dealership. My first ever car was a 1994 Suzuki Swift that had 133,000 miles on it when I bought it from a local guy in 2002. Tuesday when I traded it in, the car had 167,000 and was worth exactly $163. That, I have to admit, was depressing. Less so, was when I got the keys to my new car, a 2002 Chevy Cavalier which is far nicer than my old Suzuki. The problem, however, is that I am now paranoid about the Chevy. I'm paranoid that it'll be stolen. I'm paranoid that someone will break in and steal the stereo. I'm paranoid that someone will slam their car door into the Chevy's perfect finish and scratch (or worse, dent) it. I'm paranoid that I'll have a blonde moment while driving and do something stupid like back it into a light pole. I'm paranoid that while I'm carting kids around during babysitting, one of them will do something awful like spill on the seat or they'll still be wet from swimming and bleach out the upholstery. A new car is definitely a mixed blessing is all I can say.

Alright, a note to finish on. I realize that all the important blogs have a mission of some variety. I'm not saying that I plan for this blog to be important, but I figure a grand scheme can't hurt. People want a reason to read my ramblings, and who am I to deny them that? So here it is, my mission statement:

As a Netflix addict, I will post movie reviews. I’ll talk about my goal to set up a way to sell my beadwork. I’ll track my progress on my novel and talk about writerly things, including pet peeves. Last, but not least, I’ll talk about graduate school and working toward a “real” job.

So, for a final note I think I'll leave you with the news that it is currently freakishly hot in my hometown and my house tends to act as an oven. Tonight, when you get home and turn on your AC, think of me because my AC sucks and my house will be at least eighty for the better part of the night. Summer in a prairie town isn't always what it's cracked up to be, I'll have you know.