YAY! New post time!
Only... Not really :(
But hey, it's Friday and my sister has been nagging me to post something new because she thinks I'm being lame and not living it up in the Big Apple, which, let's be honest, is in fact true. BUT, I don't want HER knowing that. Jeez. The nerve.
SO. Here's your new post, homegirl... Who's smarter now?!
I kid. I kid. But, ok. For reals... Apologies for the lack of post-age, but, what can I say... Life has been in fast forward lately and I'm trying to catch up. A good fast forward, but hella EXHAUSTING fast forward, nonetheless. When it rains, it pours, and you've gotta take advantage of it! You may be DRAINED, but hard work (even though half the time you're thinking I have NO idea WT Actual F I am doing) is bound to pay off. Right? (If not, someone please tell me NOW. Like, yesterday now. Because I am pooped.) BUT, when life hands you lemons, you've gotta squeeze those suckers and make lemonade! It may be SOUR lemonade, that keeps you up all night debating the meaning of life, but hey, it's something. And if you don't like sour lemonade, then tough luck, because sometimes life doesn't give you sugar. (Or "agave nectar" for those of you who are slightly more enlightened than us and feel the need to point it out to moi, in the baking aisle at Trader Joe's. Yes, random sir, I know I could pay $12.97 for some saccharine nectar/syrup/concoction, but ya know what, I LIKE my $3.99 bag of organic cane sugar, merci very much. AND, it's not like I'm buying PLAIN white sugar, GOD FORBID. So chillax.) Tangent, I know. But I don't go to TJ's to receive a lecture at 9 am, before waiting in a 30 minute line just to purchase my now debatable sweetener product, WHILE contemplating my life's metaphorical lemonade. That's neither here nor there, but you can clearly tell what I've gone through this morning, and it's not even noon. OH, NY. Get it together. (III don't have it together, but YOU should. No excuses.) Le sigh.
ANYWHOO.
Back to my initial point.... Yes. As I was saying, when things get crazy, ya just have to deal with the hustle and bustle till things settle and you can return to normalcy. AKA regular posts and things like eating and sleeping. Ya know. The usual. (Also, in regards to the above tangent, if you happen to like sour lemonade... REALLY?? But, to each his own. No judgment here. I'm more just peeved as to my morning sweetener debacle. Enjoy your drank.)
All in all, I have been trapezing (not a word, but it totally should be) the world of school, work, and life in attempts to make lemonade (that sounds like a drug reference, but it is DEFINITELY not). Therefore, I unfortunately, have not had time to fully dedicate to my story tell-age. Sad, I know. But on the upside, my lemon squeezing (that sounds sexual, but AGAIN, it is TOTALLY not) has been proving rather productive thus far and hopefully continues! Ultimately though, I hope to be updating you with my shenanigans sooner rather than later and will keep you posted (literally) as to when this occurs! No fear... I shall return at some point, but for now, this TECHNICALLY new post will have to do. Enjoy your Friday afternoon, my dears, and keep mixing your lemonade ;)
Till next time,
<3
A southern, west-coaster, in the northeast
P.S.
Michael Buble Pandora is rocking my socks off.
I mean. Come on.
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