Well I've been meaning to get back to the blog for a while now, but every time I try to write something I realize that I have absolutely no idea what to write about. I thought to myself that once I was done with school I would be able to write all the time because, I mean, really what else would I have to do?….no more tests, no more homework, no more spending all my time procrastinating my homework. Really I should have all the time in the world, right?
Well, yes…I do have more time. Generally I spend my time procrastinating going to the gym rather than putting off homework. However, I have realized that my life has gotten, if possible, even more uneventful.
For example: Back in post high school through getting married I could talk about all the cool things I did plus dating, which always makes for some good stories (even though I didn’t even have a blog then…I could have if I’d wanted to!) Like, that time I dumped a frosty on Abby’s head. ( I had a picture of this, but I'm too lazy to find it right now).
Or that other time that guy I was dating got married. While we were dating.
It was weird, like this picture I randomly found on google.
Or when we got engaged.
Hmmm someday I will have to write that story anyway I guess.
Anyway, but then, when I was in school I could talk about how on one day of the week my first class was full of feminist hipster tattoo-covered people who spend their time listening to indie music and interpreting contemporary art, and arguing why you shouldn’t get married. And how in my very next class (that was still for my same major, I might add), I counted 4 young prego married girls, and we had intense discussions on fairy tales and why or why not Jon Travolta is gay. I could also talk about how nearly every day I was just about killed by long boarders. Especially the one who would read a book and text simultaneously as he booked it down a steep hill.
So now, what do I do? I go to work all day long. 5 days a week. And see the same four people every day. I mean, I guess I could talk about that one guy who works with me that never talks. And his office smells (suspiciously) like burning herbs, but that would get old.
So, until the day we have kids and I can be like all those coooool mommy-bloggers who write about how their kid pooed under the bed today, promise I will try to keep it as interesting as possible. Any ideas, all you blogging experts?
