Whose idea was it to put inspirational statements on paper towels?

Goats?

I live in a city. Now it may be a small city, but its got a university in it, so its nothing to sneeze at. Amusing juxtaposition: Across the street from my apartment complex is large fields of horses. Next to that are chicken houses. I volunteered at the animal shelter today, amidst the constant soundtrack of a crowing rooster that they have. They also usually a chicken or two. A couple of weeks ago, they had about 8 goats in a pen because somebody couldn't take care of them. Goats. At the animal shelter. There was a goat in Tate plaza today for the Ag majors fair, just chilling and eating some hay. One of the problems plaguing the university is the hundreds of feral cats that live on or near campus.

I never realized how funny this is until i sat back and thought about it. Welcome to the south... and farm animals!

I've been mulling over this blog for a little while now, and i've come to the conclusion that it might be kind of pointless. My initial high hopes of an adult blog with interesting entries, a picture or two, and well-formed musings will probably not be realized. The reason is simple: I have a dull life.

Who am i to pretend that it is anything more? I go to college. However, i live close to home, so its not like i need to catch anybody up on my life. I'm not traveling/ living in a distant place where i see interesting things and experience interesting anecdotes. I go to school. I come home. I volunteer with some boisterous kids. I study. I sleep.

I'm NOT an adult, i listen to Hannah Montana, watch Full House, read Seventeen Magazine and daddy pays the rent. I don't have interesting or pensive thoughts, I am not artsy, nor am i a particularly gifted writer. It doesn't come easily, thus my entires probably aren't that interesting. No one wants to read about "omg! So i went to class and it was boring then i had a test and it was hard then i listened to this song while i was driving through my suburban roads to get to my ordinary apartment and then i got mad because someone was sharing a parking spot but its ok because i parked somewhere else the end."

And ugh, the point of this blog was NOT to be a diary, but here it has turned into that on its 4th post ever. I suppose life in itself is interesting if you make it, however i just don't have that talent or the inspiration.

For real?

This is an ad that i just saw on facebook... i mean, is this a real ad? Who would pay money just to play this kind of joke? I can't get over it, it so funny! Tempted to click just to find out who is the biggest boner! (dirty!)

Hablas espanol? mucho?

What a day! Class this morning, grocery shopping in the afternoon, tutoring for two hours for four kids that looooved to play coy with me: "I don't have any homework!", "No hablo ingles, lo siento!" (yeah, right), "Can we play now? now? how 'bout now? is it time to play yet?". But, when the kids were all leaving, one of the ones i tutored today came up to me, gave me a hug and told me thank you for helping him! What a sweetheart, so it made my day.

Those kids are crazy, but teaching me patience. However, they are also teaching me that i don't want to teach young kids. High school for me, thank you very much. At least high schoolers don't have boogers hanging out of their nose (for the most part). Ha! that reminds me. Last week when i tutored, one of the boys had a runny nose. So, he was sitting there reading and a line of snot kept dripping out of his nose, then he would sniff and suck it back up! It was so gross and so hilarous at the same time. I watched him do this a couple of times before telling him that he could go blow his nose in the bathroom.

kids.

El primero cuento

Now taking bets on how long i'll keep this blog up. I started it on a whim because i've been reading Mandy's, and you have to log in to post a comment, so i thought, "why not make a profile so when people click on my linked name they'll actually see something?". That turned into this blog. Then i got thinking that maybe i could actually start blogging again, and sort of start over from my livejournal, because i was such a different person back then.

This is a new me. A new blog. I'm looking for a different style of posts here as well. More narrative and less just ramblings like from a diary. Maybe more pictures and notes on how my life is progressing. An adult blog (egads!).

I'm diving in.