Blog-iversary, Blog-adversity

Katherine Harris, Horse

Well, it’s been the best and worst of times. Also, I have started being a little melodramatic. Just now, I mean, when I started this post.

Yes, it’s true, I haven’t been the most faithful of bloggers. Since my last post, Michael Jackson has given away 1,273 cans of Jesus Juice. Not less than twenty-five “it” bands have entered and left the indie scene. I have written on subjects as far-ranging as the ontological status of destruction in Sartre and the ontological status of Heidegger in Heidegger. Niina has visited one of the less interesting states in our fair union. I and some foolishly liberal cohorts at my institution of post-secondary educationalism have begun a blog (which should only serve as a supplement to this one, in case you were considering clicking that link before reading this page to the bottom). And millions of people have joked about Michael Jackson and Jesus Juice.

Also, while you were reading that last sentence, a pixie died. And self-referential jokes became cool.

I have come and gone; I have transcended time and virtual space — also maybe real space. But thankfully still not MySpace, which is lame.

I have consumed an innumerable number of half- or reduced-price lattes and an even more innumerable number of leaked indie albums. And I’ve used the word “innumerable” incorrectly twice — and on more than one level!

I’ve turned twenty-one (which you’re reading the ramifications of now), and I’ve gone to Florida for Spring Break to be with all the other crazy college students and grandparents. Actually, I’ve only hung out with about five college students, and none of them was spring breaking. But still, SPRING BREAK!!! <3 !!! <3 !!!

Mud WrestlingAlso, if you Google Image Search for Spring Break, you’ll be surprised to see that the results do not include any innocuous pictures of beach sunsets, flowers in meadows, and kitty cats basking in the sun. Maybe I’m the only one for whom “Spring Break” doesn’t automatically mean “mud-wrestling in kiddie pool” (see Figure 2).

And now, I must apologize for this post. Thanks for bearing with me. And, since it’s Spring Break, baring with me. Here are some songs that you probably haven’t been able to get your muddy, muddy hands on yet:

Maybe that’ll be enough to make up for my negligence? Or maybe there’s just no excuse.

7 Comment(s)

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