I Know How to Make an Entrance
Usually my life is very boring and that is the only way I can explain a lack of updates for a week. But something very awesome happened to me recently and I’m going to tell you about it:
After finishing the last of my exams I participated in a series of celebrations at a local bar, a regular college hangout, and I felt confident and content with my exam taking preformance. I entered the bar with such zest and spring in my step that I neglected to notice a puddle of water near the doorway. There were a million ways I could have gracefully tiptoed around the puddle but instead I walked right into it and in one terrifying moment, I thought I was going to die. My arms flailed wildly and I skidded across the floor, knees buckled inward in some bizarre squat. It seemed like I would dive head first behind the bar and end my life amid beer bottles and ice (and now it doesn’t seem like a bad way to die) but instead, by the grace of the Holy Spirit, I rammed face first into a gentleman’s crotch and hoisted myself up with his help. And I think that’s a great way to make friends.
I’ve decided that I will enter any bar the same way every time and it can be my “thing”. I have very little dignity left and I suppose I should just destroy it all before something truly mortifying happens to me.¹
Since the Fall semester is officially over, I now have the freedom to fully enjoy the festive bumper-to-bumper traffic, the carols of angry consumers and the joy of giving overly priced Christmas gifts. I’m so looking forward to it. And to prove it, I made a gingerbread house with my boyfriend and his sister.
Notice that the sheer excitement of creating a house made out of candy has rendered us speechless. I also take my icing craft very, very seriously.
I’m in the middle of my next knitting project. Even with the help of books and knitting videos I can’t seem to master the purl stitch. So, my scarf will consist of the same stitch in two colors. I’ve also missed two knitting meetings at the local bookstore which means by the time I learn anything worthwhile it will already be July.
Miscellaneous Information:
1. Magazines like Seventeen and Teen Cosmo have completely ruined the word mortify for me. It’s as if all the tweens in the world unanimously decided that ‘mortify’ would define their very existance in every embarrassing moment column.