dead end

i just realized that my list of blogs has risen to 6.

2 are for classes,

1 is a group blog,

1 is this blog,

1 is dead,

and 1 is almost dead.

+__

6

interesting.

this blog is almost dead as well, considering i have nothing to write about because all i do is mourn the loss of europe. well, not exactly... but i am running a little low on inspiration lately.

in order to overcome this i am making my next post a question-answer blog. post a comment with your "dear abby"-style question, and if you're lucky, i'll answer it in my next post.

good luck.

in for the kill

well, folks, i did it.

i finally changed my facebook status to "engaged."
oh, the horror! the inhumanity!

and just as i suspected; as soon as i did so, within thirty seconds of my status change, i had two posts. two posts! in thirty seconds!

don't fret. i quickly deleted all the traces of my disgraceful act from my news feed, wall, as well as all of those pesky comments.

wintersong

best. christmas. ever.

final scene

Paris is photogenic. Little details like street lamps and wallace fountains invite writers and filmmakers to create stories in this beautiful place. I think that's what I'll miss the most; not living somewhere with romantic details like bridges and cobblestones, statues and fountains. All of these small touches make Paris picturesque.

People scoff at the cheesy tourist postcards with la Tour Eiffel or the Seine, but essentially, those images are what I'll remember.