IDRCIF (I Don't Really Care It's Friday)

Vacation time does trippy things to your personality. For example, note the title of this post. I actually adore Fridays, but when I'm not in school, Friday is any other day. I love downtime, but vacations are only really fun for the first couple of days, possibly the first week. Then all enthusiasm magically disappears. Plans to be creative and swim everyday and hang out with friends and feed the homeless all summer turn out to be endless days lying supine on the couch watching endless reruns of That 70s Show and NCIS, surfing the net, sweating, getting bailed on by friends and listening to my parents nagging to clean the house or otherwise do something. It's demoralizing when you have enough free time to realize your innate laziness and how meaningless your life really is. O well. I accept that sloth is my deadly sin of choice. A good portion of my summer has been spent at a bar actually. My parents' bar. It's a diamond in the rough, a place that seems like a shabby joint, but has irresistable heart. Plus they have karaoke! And I love singing more than most things. That's what I'm going to do now (usually I only sing when I work and it's slow, but tonight I actually have someone to hang out with!). I even dressed up more than usual. That's how long it's been since I've been out. Jeez. Happy weekend everyone!

Yo Aime Writing?

     Bonjour my amigos. I've been speaking in fraspanglish all day for no real reason. I should learn a smattering of other languages so I can converse in the longest hyphenated pseudolanguage ever.
    I actually woke up at 7:45 in the morning to go shopping for the restaurant...I don't know what I was thinking. Especially since there were no samples. Anywhere. Devastating. The day was somewhat redeemed however because I had jerky and was dressed up in my cute/sexy librarian outfit, complete with a big white bow and fake glasses, which are my new favorite accessory (instant smartness!). People do not dress to the nines enough in my opinion. What are fancy shmancy clothes for but to be worn? Give me a dress, a bow and some adorable flats over jeans and a t-shirt any day. Although if you're going to wear jeans and a t-shirt, at least rock a funny/ironic t-shirt with pig-tails, rainbow-colored nails, a tree frog backpack and a pair of Chuck Taylors signed by members of a washed out rock band. Life is way too fun to be taken too seriously...but more about that tomorrow I think ;)

Bigger is Better: The Warehouse Store Escapade

         It's only day two and I'm already not sure what to write about. I know nobody is reading this and in all likelihood nobody is going to read it, but daily writing is new to me. Usually I wait until inspiration strikes, i.e., when I'm depressed or thinking unusually big thoughts. Which lately is not often. Ok, enough whining.
        Today I went on an "adventure" with my dad. My parents own a small restaurant and we decided to explore a new restaurant depot store. I love huge warehouse stores like Costco and Smart and Final, if only because I like pointing out every single slightly exotic thing, giggling and asking what they're used for. I also take advantage of all free samples, in this case cheese, which made me super excited because if there's anything I love more than toast, it's cheese. By the way, did you know they use cheese in tiramisu? Who knew. Plus the ladies who were giving away the samples were friendly, which is usually not the case. The one downside was that my dad insisted on spending 15 minutes in the hugest walk-in fridge I've ever seen. Now, I would gladly choose freezing to death over anything heat-related, but it was really, really cold in there. Like, 35 degrees. And I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. Interestingly they had jackets you could wear, but they were bright orange and worn by other people. Then we went out for Thai food because my dad totally rocks like that.
      By the way, in case somebody does stumble upon this, I found a bomb diggedy site called fontcapture.com where you can make a font out of your own handwriting.

Day 1

Hi. I'm Sarah and I made this blog in order to transform myself into the greatest writer in the world. See, I'm one of those people who needs all the motivation I can get to do anything consistently. Name anything remotely good for me and I've tried and failed to stick with it: exercising, eating right, not procrastinating, learning to crochet, playing the bass guitar, flossing. A common enough problem. Anyway, I'm a literary journalism major (which is basically creative writing for people who lack the imagination to make up interesting stuff) and I just finished reading Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell. The book hypothesizes why depressingly successful people are the way they are. Basically, they work their asses off and happen to be in the right place, right time. One of the chapters is about how you have to practice something for 10,000 hours before you're good at it. So, unless I want to be a world-class sleeper or internet surfer, I'm screwed. If I want to be a writer, good enough to make anything of myself, I need to start practicing. A lot. Right now. I love to write, but I tend to be perfectionistic and self-conscious about my work. That's where this blog comes in. I got the idea from Julie/Julia (see how creative I am? all my ideas come from other books...). The main character is  a loser and decides to start a blog, even though no one will read it, to make herself actually do something and stay with it. I do not guarantee the quality, quantity or entertainment value of anything I write here, but I do promise to be consistent.

Here goes nothing.