Semester in a Sentance

It's finally happened.

I never thought it would come to this, but, as you can see, I've arrived at that point.

I'm an apoloblogger.

This is at least the third time I've had to start a post by apologizing to the internet at large for not updating sooner. (don't count them, please.) I'm not going to make another promise to keep updating (as I always seem to do and then fail to do) but I am going to promise to finish writing this one, post it, and then perhaps speak about it to someone who brings up the subject at a later date. Rather than belabor that fact, however, I'm going to dive right in to trying to catch up to things I actually remember and can blog about.

Three things you need to know which have occured since the last time I blogged:

1. I dyed my hair teal.

2. I opened an internet poker business.

3. I learned how to play Tetris.

And with that I'm sure you don't need any more information on the months of...let's see...September-November, so let's start in on December! ;)

Yeah...that's not quite going to fly, is it? Hmm.. let's see.

 September:

Was so long ago the only thing I remember doing was being attacked with fans. I also remember eating rice.

October:

Tried out for, got cast in, played a publisher in Confessions at Knifepoint (pretty sure that went into November but it started here so there you go.) Went to Disney World with mom over Fall Break, which was pretty epic even though she decided to create an album of photos of me with as many Disney Princesses as she could find. Because I'm a good sport and because the last time I refused to get a picture taken with Disney characters I was attacked by Bambi animals, I agreed. The first one she paired me with was Pocahontas, who was, for a Native American musical star, rather a smart aleck. I said "My mom would like me to get a picture with you for her scrapbook (all true)." She replied, eyebrow raised, "Your mom wants a photo, eh? Sure." Then she turned and smiled at my mom's camera. This would have been a minor incident if my mom hadn't spotted Mulan the next day in Epcot and sent me over, where I realized that it was the same person in a kimono, and worse, she recognized me, as evidenced by her greeting "Ah, the brave warrior from the Indian village! How are you?" I think I'm justified in wishing an ancestral curse of sarcasm on both mom and Miss Disney.

After getting back from Disney, my mom gave me a rice cooker, which is the coolest thing ever to come out of Japan since sushi. Basically, it's a pot with a button. You put rice and water in, press the button, and food comes out. Woot.


November:

Freshman Wynn Bennett scarred my turtle concerning a knife in her possession and Alan and Jordan became Third Lobby Pokemaniacs. I held a prop gun in Alia Hollback's face for Confessions at Knifepoint every day for a week and then I went home for Thanksgiving, where I ate a ridiculous amount of food and helped my mom bake 73 dozen cookies, which I finally got rid of the last of the day before I came back here for Christmas break.

December:

I finished classes, studied for finals, took finals, and in between my hall became addicted to Dexter, a tv show about a serial killer who kills serial killers. Odd thing to watch around the holidays but such is dorm life (and I think quite a few people were projecting their finals into all of the victims.)

Then I flew back home on an airplane, went to a retirement party for our neighbor, Mr. Freeman (who, since he is no longer an employee of the Federal Government, wears a t-shirt with the FedEx logo rearranged so that it says "ExFed".) and then I watched a movie with my sister.

I started back to work at Pottery Barn last night and when I arrived home at midnight realized that I was locked out of the house and had to tempt the dog to start making noise and alert someone that I was freezing at the front door.

That's the story till now, I guess. The next time I update I promise that I will write some words here and maybe push the publish button. :) Now I'm going to post this and go back to the Skype conversation with Alysha I've been neglecting while writing this.