Rain

Perhaps my commitment to this blob... oops, I mean blog ( I thought blob was pretty funny... and whoa! Not even the first sentence in and I already have a parenthetical statement!) should rely not on commitment from me, rather than a sign from God in the form of a good thunderstorm. 

Crack of lightning, tree limbs waving wildly, rain beating against window panes, 

EMILY, THIS IS YOUR HOLY FATHER- IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO RETURN TO DREADFUL SORRY CLEMENTINE AND GIVE DISCOURSE UPON THE TOPICS OF YOUR LIFE AND YOUR MIND WHICH I HAVE SO GIFTED YOU WITH... and lay off the hummus, and keep your plants watered a little more faithfully,OK?!

Water rivuleting down pavement, eyes growing heavy from the peacefulness of rain...

So, here's the news. I have written probably five blog entries which went unpublished because it wasn't raining. Ok, seriously, they were just rambles. I think of great blog entries all the time, but after the effort of thinking them I rarely have the stamina to write them. So marvel at my unblogged blog, because I promise you you'd like it. I've read about real bloggers lamenting how easy it is to post a zillion things a day through twitter, and I kind of hate twitter. It's just another way to be narcissistic, unless you have fascinating or informative posts (Neil Gaiman, anyone?). I don't really care what people are doing, or how much they hate their jobs (who doesn't?), or how cool they think they are because of X. So, I'll admit that I can't look away, but I'm making a pretty decent effort. Yet, writing this drivel I know I'll post the link in twitter for any who may be interested.

In other news, I'm learning how to decorate cakes. I think I'm a great cake decorator assistant, but I haven't the confidence for the big things like wedding cakes, and too much confidence for the boring, everyday birthday cakes. This is not a career path I want to pursue, but while I have to work at what I don't want to work at for the rest of my life, I'd like to do cakes. I'm relearning how to hula hoop, and I've been jumping rope (I really wanted to say jump roping, just so you know), but the jump rope is not a great indoor activity, especially to those living on floors above others. The others who live below me, incidentally, have returned home to Scotland for a few weeks, thus the indoor jumping of rope that took place yestereve. I'm also looking in on their cats. One is a kitten and cute, the other unfortunately grew up into a real live cat (I always hope for something different). His name is Hamish and he lives outside, which I like. 

I am planning on (re-)attending UNCC in the fall for graduate study. The classes I'm in are Multicultural children's lit (amazing reading list!!!!), Shakespearean Tragedies (whatev), and Ancient world lit (basically creation myths from 3 cultures- sweet!!!). I love dwelling in fiction and fantaticalness.

/end blog post for sudden lack of original thought