Year End Round Up--The Year in (LJ) Review!
The following skullbuggery is the result of me nabbing the first sentence of every post. It makes very little sense. But, I can see some of the important things I am obsessed with.
January: How am I a Sam when I am clearly a Dean?
February: Every Tuesday night at the Pizza Joint and we've made it a semi-ritual for the English department.
March: As the room full of dignified members of the South Carolina Author's Academy ate asparagus quiche and fresh berry trifle at this morning's induction club at the exclusive Green Boundary club in Aiken, and listened to my "award winning" poetry, they may not have been aware of the extent of my drag/shapshifting abilities.
April: You know how every once in a while there's a day in which a series of connected events sticks out like a pattern, or a puzzle, but offers no means to interpret or solve said puzzle?
May: It's listing time!
June: First, WHEEEEE!
July: In a dumbass move related to Tristam Shandy*...I forgot to be born until I was about 2 years old.
August: First, why can't I say no to a job offer?
September: Because I am obsessed with the following things: cars, roads, maps, I decided to use my handy-dandy trucker map and a wet-erase to chart all the roads I have been down physically, rather than metaphorically.
October: Dear World, If you are lucky enough to be allowed (by me) to call me by my nickname, then please spell it correctly--with an "i" and an "e," like so: Mandie.
November: Okay, kiddults and kiddidles, it's time for me to vent to the empty room that is livejournal about my sleepy, sleepy obligations and bizzare need to work myself into a early grave (which will most likely be shallow and located somewhere in the woods behind a serial killer's love shack...I'm thinking optimistically today).
December: The Lover is perhaps one of the saddest films I've ever seen.
In retrospect: I am CLEARLY a Dean.
January: How am I a Sam when I am clearly a Dean?
February: Every Tuesday night at the Pizza Joint and we've made it a semi-ritual for the English department.
March: As the room full of dignified members of the South Carolina Author's Academy ate asparagus quiche and fresh berry trifle at this morning's induction club at the exclusive Green Boundary club in Aiken, and listened to my "award winning" poetry, they may not have been aware of the extent of my drag/shapshifting abilities.
April: You know how every once in a while there's a day in which a series of connected events sticks out like a pattern, or a puzzle, but offers no means to interpret or solve said puzzle?
May: It's listing time!
June: First, WHEEEEE!
July: In a dumbass move related to Tristam Shandy*...I forgot to be born until I was about 2 years old.
August: First, why can't I say no to a job offer?
September: Because I am obsessed with the following things: cars, roads, maps, I decided to use my handy-dandy trucker map and a wet-erase to chart all the roads I have been down physically, rather than metaphorically.
October: Dear World, If you are lucky enough to be allowed (by me) to call me by my nickname, then please spell it correctly--with an "i" and an "e," like so: Mandie.
November: Okay, kiddults and kiddidles, it's time for me to vent to the empty room that is livejournal about my sleepy, sleepy obligations and bizzare need to work myself into a early grave (which will most likely be shallow and located somewhere in the woods behind a serial killer's love shack...I'm thinking optimistically today).
December: The Lover is perhaps one of the saddest films I've ever seen.
In retrospect: I am CLEARLY a Dean.