I come bearing two of the following things: good news, a grin, and the immaculately-conceived second coming of Christ. I don't want to spoil the fun in guessing, so I won't tell you which ones are true, but I'll give you some hints. 1) My professor really liked my first short story, and always gives me little looks to let me know that he approves of the points I make in class discussion. 2) I'm eating hot salsa, and it's delicious. 3) I'm not pregnant.
I fully expect you to guess in the comments.
Hi, guys! Even though I've been posting something every day this month, I feel like it's been awhile since we sat down and had a real chat. My past couple of updates have felt more like we're exchanging hurried waves in a crowded hallway. I'm in the mood for a relaxing cup-of-tea conversation.
So. On the topic of conversation, I got the opportunity to have an extensive talk with my dad this weekend. Just the two of us, standing around the kitchen, eating chips and musing. Truly, one of my favorite pastimes. There's no one I respect more-- not Jo Rowling, not the founder of Chipotle, not even Carrot Top*-- and I value his opinions so much. I don't often talk about my father online, because I feel like our relationship is almost too important and personal for me to discuss haphazardly, but he probably deserves a little more screen time around these parts.
I am ridiculously fortunate, as a somewhat chaotic, artistic person, to have such support from a man who thrives in discipline and order. It would be easy for him to push me to get a practical degree, or to roll his eyes at the idea of writing for a living, or to think of youtube as a waste of time. But I receive nothing but praise, encouragement and positive advice from my dad, who believes I'm talented enough to make a living off an art, and who would willingly help support my broke ass if I ended up living in a cardboard box on a street corner. He honestly wants me to be happy in life, and he tries to help me get there. I have an exceptional father, and I will never be able to sufficiently praise him for all the good he does.
Forgive me for that grand proclamation; I've just spent the past few days doting on my wonderful parents, realizing more and more how lucky and undeserving I am. I think I'll write up a "Why I Love My Mom" post soon. I have such beautiful people in my life.
In unrelated news, I was wondering... do you have any questions for me that you'd like to have answered in tomorrow's blog? I don't ask simply because I'm too lazy to come up with new things to discuss each day (although that's, uh, part of it), and I don't just want you to inquire as to, like, my favorite potato product**, but if there's anything you have legitimate interest in knowing, feel free to comment. I'll try to get to all of them tomorrow. See you then!
Chipotle burritos this year: 14
Nail color: "Green with Envy," ORLY (I need to change it!)
*Unless you're (somehow) actually interested. Then feel free to ask.
...Sweet potato fries.