Snow Day!

I ended up taking the day off today... mostly because of yet ANOTHER freak snowstorm. I did some laundry, snuggled up with a good book... and then started learning how to play guitar?

My dad is an amazing guitarist, and he has a very enviable collection... yet, neither me nor my brothers play. I decided to rectify that today. I can officially play about six chords - meaning I can handle a slew of children's songs, "The Lion Sleeps Tonight", "LaBamba" and "Last Kiss". Not bad for an hour of learning. :)

Well, Thank God for the Internet

... otherwise, my Easter might have sucked.

Yes, time for yet another passive-aggressive, intentionally vague rant about my life.

Mmmm... yeah. I've been planning my stupid Easter brunch for weeks. I searched the internet for the best recipes, found lots of cute spring decorations, and even ran out last night to get fresh daffodils for the centerpiece. You know what happened? Some people flaked out and didn't come at all, some people showed up waaay late, and the rest teased me mercilessly - about things that aren't funny, no matter how you spin it. There's nothing more hilarious than latching onto something that's really killing me on the inside and rubbing my nose in it for an entire day. Boy, I love holidays.

As I was saying, thank God for the internet. At the very least, I found some new artists that I like, and got to connect with my friends. Sometimes it's such a comfort to be completely anonymous in a smaller, digital world.

I Don't Know

It goes without saying that I suck at blogging.

Life has been busy and dramatic. I've learned that some people really can change, some people are more than what they seem, and some people just flat out suck. I've learned that somewhere in there, when I wasn't looking, I turned into a real, live responsible adult. Crazy.

And I learned how to downhill ski. Bizarre.

Life is blowing past me, and even though I feel like I'm just going with the flow and surviving... I just took a look backwards and wondered if I might actually be thriving. Everything is changing so fast, and I've done so much more than I thought I was capable of. I'm turning into a very patient, steady version of myself. When did I stop running from everything and everyone?

In a few months, I'll be seeing all of my old friends again, and wondering if any of them will recognize the person I've turned into. I'm wondering if I'll recognize the people they have become. I miss our little bohemian community, but I no longer look back and think of it as the happiest time of life. Somehow life became less artistic, less exciting, less idealistic... and yet, better?