So. Friends. If you have ever read this little blog o' mine before, you'll remember it was pink and green, and my profile picture was of a 19-year-old me, in a tiara no less (though you'll see I still have the headware thing going on). But I'm sorta starting a pretty new stage in my life, what with the whole giant career switch-give up my job- become a student again thing, and on the edge of 26 (hello, Wednesday), and the creator of a brand-new Linnarp, i thought it was time to resurrect the old blog. And just like Bella Cullen, the blog is INCREDIBLY STUNNING upon awakening
See, the past few weeks have been full of all kinds of changes, and so many times I've thought I should write about it. Like, for instance:
* The time I got pulled over ON THE SIDE OF I-90 and was saved from the brink of nervous breakdown by the comforting presence of my friend Jason.
* That boy who gave me jewelry and told me I was perfect and dumped me 4 days later.
* The PERLER BEADS they now sell at Ikea. In fact, I wanted to tell y'all about almost every thing I sat at ikea. And THEN the effort it took for my tiny self to push that giant cart around. Then for my tiny self to get that giant cart outside by my car, and the GIANT DOUCHE BAG who stood there with his, i feel safe in saying this, slutty girlfriend watching and I believe smirking as I tried to get the Linnarp from the cart into my car. Thank god I have a hatchback and took some physics, because I just hoisted that 7-million-pound box off the cart and onto a bench, then slid it right into the car. And then! AND THEN getting it into the house! I contemplated trying to carry it for about 7 seconds, and then i just took out the million planks of (NON PARTICLE BOARD) wood and carried them in, armful by armful. Oh, hey, looks like I just did tell you about that one. But there would have been a lot more complaining if I had written it yesterday. Instead I just sit here typing proudly at my new Linnarp, which came together incredibly, surprisingly easily.
* My super-recent (hello 18 hours ago) date with a radiologist PICKED OUT FOR ME BY MY GRANDMA. He's cute and sweet and funny, and, again, a RADIOLOGIST, but he has the same voice as every Georgia boy I grew up with and I had zero desire to make out with him. I'll keep y'all posted on the progress of that one.
* That time I left my job, and it was sad and hard and weird and GLORIOUS.
* The Giant Fly Infestation
Ok, so the point is, my life has been pretty chock full of stuff lately, and I keep forgetting how much i love to share. So. We're back, me and my Bella-Cullen-Vampiric blog. We won't suck your blood, maybe just a little of your time.
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