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I love cheetahs and coffee and opening boxes.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

This is My Impression of Brett

I was going to expound on this, but I think it speaks volumes.

Monday, September 8, 2014

Questions No One Asked Me That I Will Answer Anyway

What is it like living with a stupid boy?
I don't think he's very stupid, he just happens to be  a boy. It's okay. Sometimes he does the dishes, and he carries heavy things. If I ask him to do something, he'll usually do it, even if I have to ask him six times.

I can't really complain.

How do you like your apartment parking spot?
I like to call my parking spot "the bitch spot," considering it's the one spot in the lot under a tree and my car has turned from blue to green and is consistently covered in bird poop. Brett says it's "tree droppings." Trees do not have droppings, birds have droppings.

Is it super duper cold in Rochester?
The only place that is super duper cold is our apartment, where the A/C is blasted because it is super duper hot and humid in Rochester right now. 

How does Brett like his graduate program?
The graduate program is Brett's favorite thing in the universe. He's already touched film and learned a few things. He gets into two theaters for free, and he gets to bring a guest each time! So far, I've been that guest twice.

But he gets two hour lunch breaks and is sometimes home by four. So I can't imagine the program is very difficult. I like to imagine they're just watching Kevin Smith movies and having ice cream parties.

What have you been up to?
My days are pretty much filled with freelancing, running errands and cleaning things. Sometimes I also take a walk and get coffee somewhere, but I always forget to say "decaf." Then I stay up until 2 a.m.

Do you like the Wegmans you go to almost every day?
No. It is hell. There are always 400 cars in the parking lot and a billion people inside. The first time we went there, we spent an hour and a half buying everything we needed. I just about had a panic attack. I don't know how people can work in Wegmans, I would faint under those fluorescents while trying to figure out what section the tzatziki sauce belongs in.

What is the biggest thing in your life at this moment?
Pumpkin lattes and snarky comments about NFL games. The Bears still suck.

*Disclaimer: I am not mean to Brett, even though he thinks that first answer was being mean. He is just very sensitive. But he is pretty great minus that one character flaw.

*Disclaimer No. 2: That first disclaimer did not satisfy Brett, I am apparently the meanest person in the whole world. Roar.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Football Is Here

I told you I like sports now.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Dishes Get Dirty Sometimes: Hello, I am Writing a Blog Post

I'm not sure how much world saving I did the first time I wrote in this thing, and I'm not sure how much world saving I plan to do in the future. What I do know is a lot has changed since I wrote as Super Serena.

I now rent an apartment that my bearded, football-loving, blu-ray-owning boyfriend also lives in. I was adamant the other night about him living in my apartment. He then told me that since it's mine, I should wash all the dishes. So I guess we both rent it, then.

At this moment in my life, I own more beer tees than band tees, and I actually like sports. I even do freelance copy editing for an online sports magazine, and I even understand some of it (what a terrifying thought).

We've only lived in this apartment a little more than a week, but I've already learned a few things.

The first? I really hate washing dishes. I already knew that, knew I was bad at it. But now I'm absolutely positive about it. We had to wash every single dish, fork, glass and whisk before using anything. And it just about destroyed my sense of being.

I mean, how dirty can the things really be straight from the factory? I'm willing to take that risk.

Working from home kind of leaves you restlessly wondering what is happening outside. Especially when outside of your window there are what seems like perpetual bunnies. It's like they're taunting you to feed them carrots, which I would really like to do.

I also get easily distracted. I already knew that. After all, every time I say "I'm going to read my book," I wind up on the internet for another hour an a half before picking up the book for 10 minutes and then falling asleep. But I really am worse than I thought.

Whatever else I might have learned this week will have to wait for another day. Because, at the moment, I can't think of a thing.

I'm not sure if I'll be updating weekly, daily, up-to-the-minute-ly or not at all. I'm not even sure what I'll be writing about.

I'll decide between now and the next post (if there is one) exactly how much world saving I will be doing. After all, for a blog that supposedly had me saving the world all of the time, I did little except complain about minor inconveniences in my everyday life with the  use of some pretty substandard drawings.

In the mean time, just know that measuring spoons are the most frustratingly shaped things in the world to clean. My cutting board is heavy and takes up my whole sink, and I don't think I should have to wash it.

I'm not saying Brett should have to wash it, either. I'm just saying, we need to spend our lives doing something other than washing all these stupid dishes after making all of this yummy food.