Alan: give me your web address

me: ...i haven't written in it in a really long time

Alan: So! I want to link to it from mine.

me: ...

I've been trying to do this for years. I'm starting to think that maybe inside doesn't really want out.

Blog attempt #45 (ish)

I am

1. Playing homemaker
   
   Duties include cooking and cleaning, decorating our house, and providing Jasmine with help and support through the rigors of high school. All to a soundtrack of daytime television. Luckily, we've got exercise equipment in the house so I can stay active.
   
   You know. Like a hamster.
   
   
2. Planning my mother's 50th birthday party
   
   The day after tomorrow there are going to be +20 people in my house ready to eat, drink, and be merry. Awesome, except that I have yet to figure out how we're going to feed them. I could wish for food to fall out of the sky, but all I really want is for the catering restaurant to pick up the damned phone.
   
   I love my family, I love my mother, and I want her to have a wonderful birthday party. But if I could go to sleep tomorrow and wake up on Monday that'd be ok too.
   
   
3. Studying for the Literature GRE
   
   This is what I thought would keep my brain sharp, and I studied diligently until I realized that ETS and I fundamentally disagree on the scope of what constitutes 'literature'. Not that I don't have an appreciation for (most of) the works on the test. I was just under the impression that women and colored people other than W.E.B. Du Bois, Langston Hughes, and Toni Morrison wrote important literature. And I know literature is a vast subject, and there are only 230 questions to cover all of it, but maybe if they took out a few of the 30 questions each on John Donne and Henry James there would be a little more room for a few other people.
   
   It could also be that I've been reading Canterbury Tales for what seems like years.
   
   Regardless of the reason, I'm drowning in a sea of old white guys. And younger old white guy theories on the writing of old white guys, and speculation about how those old white guys felt about the sea, until I'm right back to where I started. Drowning
   
   
4. Studying Spanish
   
   Rosetta Stone has officially become what I do when I don't want to do anything else. Maybe this blog could be my new Rosetta Stone. But then I wouldn't be learning Spanish...
   
   
5. "Applying" to Graduate School
   
   By applying, I mean I looked at the requirements and threw up in my mouth a little.

At least... my new comforter set is coming today. I can honestly say, without (much) sarcasm, that opening that box and making my bed will be the highlight of my day.

Wow.