If you're still out there, then you are to be commended for your dedication, love for me, and good looks. I apologize for the suckitude that is my blog-writing of late, and vow to drop in here more frequently to inspire my stalwart readers with tales of my fast-paced and exciting adventures. Also, I think Rachel is going to kill me in my sleep if I don't start posting more. I take her threats seriously ever since the time she attempted to smother me with a pillow on Christmas Day. A real sweet gal, my murderous sis is.

So, I may be completely insane or a sucker for punishment, but I've decided that this year I'm going to attempt NaNo WriMo. The goal is to write a 50,000 word novel during the month of November. Creative writing is something that I've always wanted to do more of, but something that I probably wouldn't ever get around to without a reason to do it. Deadlines have always been the sole motivating factor for me to get anything done, so that aspect of the event appeals to me. The goal of NaNo WriMo is quantity, not quality, which takes away the impulse to be too critical of my first shot at this sort of thing. As for my subject matter, I'm not entirely sure what that will involve yet. They say to write what you know, so I'm thinking about writing the quintessential coming-of-age novel about college. I don't know if I'll actually be able to meet the 50,000 word goal, but I'm going to try to give it an honest effort. I'll keep you all updated about my progress!

And, finally, I bring you another disparity between my college world and my new grown-up life:

College Girl Talk: "Who's going to the party? Do my boobs look good in this shirt? Who was at the party? Who hooked up with whom at the party? Who was a drunken mess? Do you remember dancing on the bar and trying to make out with Stephen Ainlay?"

Workplace Girl Talk: (NOTE: This conversation is based entirely in an actual event that I happened to be awkwardly present for, and unable and unwilling to participate in.) "I had no idea that my breasts would be able to produce so much milk!" "It's really amazing! You can train your breasts to do anything! I learned how to produce milk only at certain times of the day." "I don't really use a breast pump, though. Did you?"

This week, I was comforted by the fact that I am definitely not enough of a grown-up to handle discussions about breast milk.
- posted by Trudes @ 7:03 PM