Holy Molly Ringwald!
Guys! Yesterday was the one year anniversary of this very blog. I can't believe I missed it. One year ago yesterday was the day the magic began. One year ago yesterday a voice was given to all of my voiceless crippling insecurities and borderline psychotic phobias. One year ago yesterday I said to myself: "Does the international internet community deserve to experience the cornucopia of internet temper tantrums and needy breakdowns that only I can provide? Why yes. Yes, I believe it does. HERE I COME, WORLD!"
One year ago yesterday was one hell of a day for me and, for that matter, humanity, but I passed it by without so much as the blink of an eye. Please, help me make it up to my beloved UnAnx. If you're so inclined, Leave it a little anniversary/birthday message next time you stop by. If you're stumped as to the gift giving protocol for an occasion like this, I can't help you with specifics since I've never had to celebrate a one year anniversary before, but I will say that I don't know anyone who doesn't appreciate a good Limerick. That's not, like, a hint or anything...I'm totally just throwing it out there.
Well blog, it's been a strange ride so far. Who would have thought one year ago yesterday that my life journey over this past year would blossom and branch and wind all the way to...Exactly where I was one year ago yesterday? I mean, really. I'm back in a new place, at a new school jam packed with brand new terror and awkward at every turn. If ever I made a choice that gave proper meaning to the term "Unnecessary Anxieties," it would be the decision to go through freshman year of college twice. It's almost as though I am distrusful of happiness and comfort, therefore I continually sabotage myself in an effort to avoid getting my heart broken by yet another empty promise of fulfillment. Or I'm mentally unstable. Either way, I feel Freud would direct me to blame my mother, so I will: Mom? Maybe if I'd gotten that Barbie dream house I wanted for Christmas when I was seven instead of that lame-ass tea set Santa brought, I would have developed the ability to know what's good for me and stayed in South Dakota.
Oh well. Today isn't about me. It's about this blog; The specialest friend a girl could ever ask for. To belatedly celebrate the occasion of our union, I am going to make a gift of the most delightfully awkward conversation I have witnessed in the past twenty-four hours:
Random Guy (Walking behind me): Hey Peter, do you know Dylan?
Peter: Yeah, I know him.
RG: Is he attractive?
--long, uncomfortable pause--
Peter: Uh...Yeah...I guess he'd be attractive...If, like, I were a girl...
RG: Oh, I don't mean do you find him attractive...
And that's were we parted ways all too quickly. Thanks Peter and Random Guy for brightening my day.
And blog? Thank you too. For everything.
One year ago yesterday was one hell of a day for me and, for that matter, humanity, but I passed it by without so much as the blink of an eye. Please, help me make it up to my beloved UnAnx. If you're so inclined, Leave it a little anniversary/birthday message next time you stop by. If you're stumped as to the gift giving protocol for an occasion like this, I can't help you with specifics since I've never had to celebrate a one year anniversary before, but I will say that I don't know anyone who doesn't appreciate a good Limerick. That's not, like, a hint or anything...I'm totally just throwing it out there.
Well blog, it's been a strange ride so far. Who would have thought one year ago yesterday that my life journey over this past year would blossom and branch and wind all the way to...Exactly where I was one year ago yesterday? I mean, really. I'm back in a new place, at a new school jam packed with brand new terror and awkward at every turn. If ever I made a choice that gave proper meaning to the term "Unnecessary Anxieties," it would be the decision to go through freshman year of college twice. It's almost as though I am distrusful of happiness and comfort, therefore I continually sabotage myself in an effort to avoid getting my heart broken by yet another empty promise of fulfillment. Or I'm mentally unstable. Either way, I feel Freud would direct me to blame my mother, so I will: Mom? Maybe if I'd gotten that Barbie dream house I wanted for Christmas when I was seven instead of that lame-ass tea set Santa brought, I would have developed the ability to know what's good for me and stayed in South Dakota.
Oh well. Today isn't about me. It's about this blog; The specialest friend a girl could ever ask for. To belatedly celebrate the occasion of our union, I am going to make a gift of the most delightfully awkward conversation I have witnessed in the past twenty-four hours:
Random Guy (Walking behind me): Hey Peter, do you know Dylan?
Peter: Yeah, I know him.
RG: Is he attractive?
--long, uncomfortable pause--
Peter: Uh...Yeah...I guess he'd be attractive...If, like, I were a girl...
RG: Oh, I don't mean do you find him attractive...
And that's were we parted ways all too quickly. Thanks Peter and Random Guy for brightening my day.
And blog? Thank you too. For everything.
posted by Caitlin at 8:47 AM
2 Comments:
Caitlin, please. You are distrustful of STAGNATION and embrace CHALLENGE and GROWTH.
Anyway. Happy birthday, UnAnx!
Caitlin, I love your bolg!! Yeah, so my blogging career has already died. Yeah, that's what a summer at camp will do to a girl. You need to tell me how you're doing in Ohio, old roomie!
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