Let’s Hope It’s Good

Well, it is time for post numero uno to be posted. Yes, small Spanish phrases are annoying to those who speak the language fluently, but lighten up. I registered this account about a week ago and thought I’d let it simmer for a bit. Like a good gravy with steamed rice.

This week was especially busy. I’m not going to lie about why posts haven’t been created yet. Speaking on literary terms, I was lazy. This is displayed by the increasing amount of stories I’ve neglected to read for American Literature [round II]. Progress is as follows: Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself” is 1/2 read, Bret Harte’s “The Outcasts of Poker Flat” = 2 pages, and William Dean Howell’s “Editha” finished. Thank the class outline that my instructor read a collection of Emily Dickinson’s poems, otherwise I’d be distraught.

College is just as I left it in December: cold, tiring, and frustrating. Much of this is brought on by the rough schedules in my part two classes, Physical Science Survey and American Literature. It should be noted that my other class is Introduction to Philosophy. Crunched out a 100 on that first test. Nice.

Yesterday I missed a friend’s wedding shower. Odd, since I thought of a gift for her all day. One of my two half-sisters joined me for lunch at Chili’s. FYI: The honey-chipotle-four other adjectives-chicken-crispers are very good. She ordered a quesadilla salad with the chicken on the side, reportedly ”a first” for the establishment. We giggled a bit at her Meg Ryan in “When Harry Met Sally…” similarities. Anyhoo, back to the friend. I scheduled my lunch without looking at calendar #3 (I’m a psycho) and forgot all about the event. While I was watching “Juno” and dreaming of how great it would be to meet Jason Bateman, she was surrounded by fellow church members receiving her three placemats out of the registered four. I’ll get her two gifts.

Finishing blogs has never been an extraordinary skill of mine, so I’ll leave you with a question: What should I blog about next time? To get all cliché up in this Internet, “I’m an open book.” Or would “blog” be the right noun?