Thriller

is exactly not what this post is. but i feel i must write in an unusual color for me. i was going to do blue, for Michael Jackson, because blue seems to radiate the blues... but i feel that purple is more mournful for me. purple because purple is a sad color.

what a day, huh? first farrah, and then michael. all i can say is that they lived extraordinary lives. and they were given the same exact tools that you and i were given. so make sure your life is as or more extraordinary and rejoice in the fact that these wonderful people shared something with you. michael, his music, and farrah, her beauty. it is all shaping how you will live your extraordinary life.

and there i go getting all preachy again.

i must say that i was so productive it's SCARY today.

i studied vocab for the GREs. i applied to not one but TWO graduate schools... of course i still have to send in recommendation letters and GRE scores. and i also sent in my writing to about 4 or 5 literary agents.

AND i worked on novel #2. which is QUITE exciting. i cannot wait to finish it! writing it even excites me! i never know where it is going. it just comes to me. i absolutely love it. if i can just FINISH it... that will be miraculous.

be thankful.

every night when i lay my head on my perfect, loving pillow, i thank God. not for the list of blessings i have. but for everything. for every single thing. for that is truly the only way to exist. in a constant thankful state, there can be no wrong.

goodnight and i will pray for each and every one of you.

IM SO PREACHY. just today. promise. xoxo

jazz needs to follow me

i love jazz. if i could have a soundtrack for my life, it would half jazz and half third eye blind. in fact, i wish everywhere i went, everything i did, there was jazz in the background. just playing constantly. it makes things so much more elegant and lovely and warm. i LOVE it! i am currently listening to 'jazz for a rainy day'. cause it's effing pouring. and yesterday it was tony bennett. but i will have to concede that my favorite is my better homes & gardens jazz cd. it was like 9 bucks at wal-mart.

speaking of bucks. did you know that the american equivalent of 'bucks' in reference to dollars is 'quid' in britain? like... if something costs 5 pounds sterling, you'd say it cost 5 quid. betcha didnt know that! i have a lovely, finely pressed 10 pound bill in my wallet (which is Ness brand, that i bought in Edinburgh on the Royal Mile, which was NOT cheap). american money is boring as fuck compared to British Pounds or Euros. i love their colorful bills! like the British 10 pound i have has Darwin and a hummingbird on it.

and that jazz CD from Wal-Mart is called Chardonnay. haha.

"Scots, we hae wi' Wallace bled..."

that's the opening line of the declaration of Arbroath by Robert the Bruce. I've been to his grave in Dunfermline, Scotland. legendary.

give your Daddy a hug tomorrow!

i just wrote like this huge paragraph and the damn computer deleted it. goddammit.

Q-tip-less

Here's a fun thought...

what if the world ran out of/refused to continue producing Q-tips?

everything would fall apart and be in such disarray. People would have to scream cause no one could hear cause of the lack of cleaning of ears. Wars would be started because of the general unhappy state of people without Q-tips. think about it.

and if you dont use q-tips to begin with, you should be ashamed of yourself. seriously.

VAIO Satan

Alright folks. Welcome back for night #2 of this most likely short-lived blog-fest.

You know what really just irritates the shit/shiz/crap/bejesus out of me? My sweethearted little laptop is a pink VAIO, lovely hot pink w. my name engraved on it, HATES me. or it's normal tempterature. It's little fan works itself to death, just BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ ing all the damn day- working it's ass off trying to keep my laptop cool. aye, but to no avail. it's so hot. it's probably going to crash sometime very soon- at which point i will be very upset and probably not know what to do. i hate touching it. it's so HOT.

anyways- so my friend Alicia's parents are the most amazing people. I went to their house for dinner tonight- it was absolutely lovely. they are just all-around the most fantastic people.

if you could hear the fan in my computer right now, you'd think you were in a wind tunnel. and i'm only running this one damn program. it's quite annoying.

fun story of the day:
oh my god. i cannot even think. the sound of this fan is driving me bonkers. what could possibly be going on inside this computer's little body to make it freak out so much? it's like a 4th grade girl going to school with braces for the first day. HYPERVENTILATING. jesus.

today i saw the coolest photo book of Vatican City- and it was awesome, cause i've been there, TWICE! aha.

this is turning out to be a pretty pathetic blog. though i am sure is not upsetting considering i doubt the world is watching.

someday i need to finish reading "Requiem"... i love it... i just get so distracted.

i also need to:
- buy Mr. Betancourt a Father's Day Card
- call Aunt B
- mail Dad a box with my winter clothes that I brought home from Scotland
- email/pester the registrar's office
- study for the GRE

i EHL OH VEE EE my LIFE.
except for this possessed fan in my computer. xoxo

And so it begins...

She was born of a fickle nature... that's me, describing myself, in the great opening line of my first blog. I actually can't believe I am blogging, but I decided that I need to do something to encourage me to do productive things. Which may seem backwards to you, but it makes sense- writing pointless journal-ish entries in order to be productive.

Every day, hopefully I'll have something amusing to share with you. If not, well... what can I say? I am a 21 year old who just has... nothing.. to do usually. And I like it that way- or I would, if I were productive. I'll try to keep these really happy and up-beat- HA! but you know- I'm not making any promises.

These will probably all be extremely blunt anddddd.... perhaps just not that exciting. but if you're lucky enough to be reading this, you can't complain. Or CAN YOU??

xoxo