Time to Catch-Up Like a Heinz Bottle

Waz up ‘erybody???

And now I’m done talking gangster.

We haven’t spoken in a while (or, at least, it feels that way to me), so I thought I would update you on some of the menial and useless things that have been going on in my life over the past couple of weeks.

1) I bought a new shampoo and now I smell like an old person.

ALWAYS make sure that you smell the shampoo you are buying before you buy it. This is the first time I’ve really ever not liked the smell of my shampoo, and it’s simply because it smells old. Do you know what I mean? In general, when you think of old people (80+ years) you tend to think of a certain smell. So why would you put that scent in a bottle of shampoo for a target audience of not-old-people people?

Ridiculous!

2) I’m currently looking for a job and it sucks. I’m not very good with people, so a job that requires interaction with others (which is all of them, by the way) just sounds unpleasant to the extreme. Still, I have been sending out my applications like a good wanna-be-worker. That’s all I really want to say about that. It’s downing my vibe.

3) Julia and I have decided that the end of This is a Book is drawing nigh. The characters picked on her polling site by next Wednesday (if you haven’t voted yet, go here) will be in the “finale” of This is a Book book one. Which is exciting because a) they are characters the readers created, and b) we hadn’t even planned on more than one book when we started this shindig, but there will be more!

4) I am still working like a mad person to try and get ready for my one year blogaversary (which is two months away, I know), and I’m failing miserably. Don’t worry, though!!! It will happen. I’m super determined, which usually means that I will succeed, or something really unfortunate is going to happen. YOLO (with sarcasm).

5) I had a dream where someone famous who I can’t remember mentioned my blog, and I nearly had a heart attack. Then I woke up and realized it wasn’t real. So disappointing 😦

6) I just unpacked a life’s-worth of crap out of boxes, bags, suitcases, tubs, backpacks, mini-fridges, icebergs, trees, and cruise liners that I brought back from school. Okay, so some of those were a little extreme, but that’s what it felt like. I know I’ve said this on my blog before, but it’s true: you never know how good of a hoarder you are until you have to pack (and then unpack) the stuff you have in your college dorm room.

7) I’m still on the struggle bus with my new novel. It’s not like I don’t have an idea, I think it’s that I have too many. I need to narrow the scope to the plot and characters I really want to write about, but it’s beginning to stress me out because I want to write about them all. It then turns into a crappy cycle of

Can’t figure out what to write.

Frustrated, so stop writing.

Frustrated because not writing.

Try to write.

Can’t figure out what to write.

Frustrated, so stop writing.

Frustrated because not writing.

And it just goes on and on and on and on and on and on….and on…into infinity.