Long Time

It's been a while. I don't really have anything to say as of late. I've been very busy lately, what with semester finals and all.


Just checkin' in to let you all know I'm not dead.


Oh yeah, and you should all go to Patrick Rothfuss' blog and donate to Worldbuilders for some really cool prizes.
http://www.patrickrothfuss.com/blog/blog.html
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New Beginnings and Old News

How precisely does one begin a blog?


I'd been mulling over the question in my mind for some time. I knew I wanted find an easier way to share my toils and spoils with my friends and family, not to mention the fact that my current idol the great Patrick Rothfuss has a clever and entertaining blog that I read quite frequently. A little voice in my head with a British accent and a much more verbose vocabulary than my usual prattle kept telling me that I could do it. I could be clever, and smart, and entertaining, and I certainly do seem to always have something to say.


But now I find myself fumbling with the right way to begin. Sure, I could talk about life so far, but that seems like a far too long-winded and less than adequate choice. And despite how good I am at talking about myself, it feels far too arrogant to do so without relating it to some other subject that is the center of conversation. 


Simply put, I'm a student at the local CC. I take interest in movies, role-playing, story-writing, games of all sorts, comic books (among other more conventional reading methods), mythology, animals, paranormal and/or spiritual inquiries, and movies. I've had a boyfriend for almost two years, and he is decidedly the love of my life, without a doubt, Andrew Peterson is quite probably an entity sent down from the Divine Something-Or-Other and meant to be the most perfect man in existence. And that's leaving off the good parts. In other old news, I have a sister who's not only goth but also the president of the local GSA (Gay-Straight Alliance). I have two dogs and a snake, of which I will probably post pictures of later. That's all the background information I'm giving, so you can go ahead and stick that in your juice box and suck it.


On to more pressing matters, not talking about me, at least not directly. I believe now would be a good time to address my highlight of the day.


Not picking up dog poop, not cooking dinner, not math class, my highlight of the day was a little discussion I had with my lover over lunch. He insisted upon carrying one of my bags for me, despite my protests. When we sat down on the grass and pulled out our pre-packed lunches, Andy began a little rant on why chivalry is dead due to feminism and why girls should consider chivalry a compliment. I couldn't explain it so persuasively or eloquently as he, so I won't try, but I can say he certainly left me amused and bewildered by the idea. Why is chivalry such a bad thing? Can't a guy carry your bags, can't he open your door, why do women have to be strong and independent anyways? Personally, I think it's damn cute when a guy's chivalrous. He's not treating you like a weak little flower, he's treating you like a queen. Andy and I finally came to final agreement at the end, that we had been born in the wrong era.