Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger.

Mother Nature has been kind enough to bless me with the celebration of my womanhood this week. For this, I am eternally grateful. There is nothing I enjoy more than being a gaseous, angry blimp that appears to be dying. Wow, that topic ended quickly. New topic: I have no idea. Will I ever think of anything to write?! How tragic this is. Well, since I'm still at a lack of words, you can watch this video. I will let you make an interpretation of it.

MACaroni.

So, I got a Macbook Pro for graduation, and I'm having a grand ole' time with it. It's really exciting, because I got the whole heyhaveaprinterandipodtouchwhileyou'reatit deal, so I felt rather accomplished. I haven't even opened the printer, because, well, I have no room for it. Plus, we already have one. I would rather open it when it wouldn't be exposed to the harsh and dreadful environment of my room. So, let's wait for college for that one, self.

ANYWAY. I have been inseparable from Macaroni since it has come into my life, and it is simply another excuse to procrastinate from the few things I need to get done. I also go out of my way to do daily tasks on Macaroni. (By the way, if you haven't caught on, Macaroni is its name. I haven't genderized it yet, but it has a name.) For example, today, while upstairs at boy's house, I had a notebook and pen out to begin writing a What-to-Bring List for our trip to Spain, then excitedly threw it down and ran downstairs so that I could use Macaroni. I also used it to type a list of my graduation gifts and who they were from. I proceeded to go out of my way to figure out how to get the program I was using to tally up the total amount of grad cash. It would have taken me two seconds on say, a calculator, or even in my head. But, being the stubborn being that I am, I insisted on "getting to know" this new program. Because everyone knows you need iWork's Numbers program for art school. I'm only preparing myself.

Boy is singing with his Michael Jackson voice. When Boy sings particularly obnoxious songs, he has a greater tendency to loop them. Out loud. They get progressively more annoying as he repeats them. Especially Michael Jackson. He throws in more "Ka-Chow!"s and "UH!"s as he goes. It's super great. Oh, wait, now he's talking in his gay man voice, and commenting on how "cute" the rooms on Extreme Makeover: Home Edition are. Yes, this is my chosen mate folks.

HEY! I know what I can do! I'll take a picture on Macaroni!!

I know, it's beautiful. I'd make a great model with that face. Well, I think I'm done with this, seeing as I'm pretty sure I fell asleep doing it.

Getting Into the Swing of Things.

I am sorry if I start blabbing about complete uninmportant nonsense- I'm just trying to get into the habit of this. I'm pretty determined to make this stick. I'm wondering if I have any goodies to share...well, today is Boy's birthday. We gave him his presents the night before last, and he has been delightfully playing with them since. We got him the iPod Touch, and holy crap, I want to steal it from him. It is amazing, the amount of pointlessly delightful things you can accomplish while using one of these. We also got him Prismacolor markers, and we've been having fun with those as well. We basically just shower him with gifts. I have yet to be dragged to the gym against my will, but I'm being continually reminded of it throughout the day. I think they're going to bind me and gag me right after graduation, and just find delight as I suffer on the various exercise machines. Well, anyway, I will now be working on various sappy video montages for friends, as well as my graduation party, so I'm going to get to work on that. I'll post something a little more interesting later. Hopefully. Thanks for sticking in there if you happened to be reading. You get a cookie. :)

The Gym.

My summer is now beginning. Well, I guess it is. My last "technical" day of school was Friday. Now I get to do nothing after I graduate. Or so I thought. Boy has some brilliant plan of both us going to the gym three times a week, for multiple hours at a time. He has clearly lost his mind. I don't have an ounce of athleticism in my body. I mean, I dance, but I promise that is another realm of body movement. It doesn't involve me lifting weights, or dying. Mother decided to try to sell me on the gym idea by telling me that they have treadmills set in front of a huge movie screen, so I won't even notice I'm exercising. I seriously doubt I would be so lulled into a cinematic trance that I failed to notice I had stopped breathing. Needless to say, I'm pretty sure I've lost the "I'm not going to the gym" battle. Oh, what a jounrney it will be.

Welcome,Self.

I have decided to start a blog. Obviously, else I wouldn't be blogging. I like writing, and I'm full of unfortunate experiences and grim outlooks to share with the world. I'm about to go off to art school this fall, so maybe I can use this to keep some sort of connection to the world. Hopefully I'll stick with it, because I think it could be a cool thing one day. Whoopee.