what one should do prior to naming a child.

Oh boy oh boy. I do not know where to start whatsoever. It has been a long, long while since I have blogged. This saddens me because so many big things have been occurring and I wish I could have written about them as they happened rather than after the fact. The events that have occurred over the past month are not remembered extremely vividly and thus posting about them would not be very fun because they would lack the seasoning of the crazy emotional, sporadic words that come forth when in the here and now of the moment. I am sure that sentence seems nonsensical but right now I am too thrilled, hyper and ADHD to begin and try editing it for those with minds that work much more efficiently than my own.

The reason I have been so busy this past month is because I have been working on my apartment! I went apartment searching, on I believe it was December 13 or so, and I found one that day. I went home and called back the landlady and she said I could move in three days later which was just crazy to me. I of course wasn't planning on living there for awhile, but it made things so much easier to start moving my stuff in and getting it all set up and such. I feel like this blog post is really boring right now. Sorry. I will try my hardest to make it more interesting, I'll add something funny at the end of the post to make it semi worth your read if you are actually reading this entire post. I love my apartment so much though. It's a lovely little studio with wood floors, except for the kitchen which has black and white tiles! Why the exclamation point you might ask for a semi-trivial seeming sentence? Well it has been one of my life goals to have a kitchen with black and white tiles even if the kitchen can barely fit one person in it.

I will have to take pictures of my place and post them on here. I feel so vain saying this, but I really think I did a good job decorating it. I really do. I put so much TLC in this place. I feel like I should name it, but you can't really name an apartment; people name their cars though...so much TLC though! My father and my friend Manda can attest to the grody state of the apartment prior to the hours and hours and hours of cleaning it. Intense cleaning is awfully therapeutic, however. There was just some weird grime around the place though; tons and tons of glitter and pearls. That sounds nice, but it was just grody. The fridge had some weird black/red goop that was everywhere and this is really scary and yucky but it semi resembled blood. Upon further inspection of the fridge though (which contained sushi stuff e.g. hibachi and the like...) I decided it has to be some weird soy sauce.

I love living in the center of downtown. This is my favorite thing about my new apartment. My location is prime. My favorite thing about living down here so far is being able to hop the bus whenever and get wherever. I am about to make an extreme public confession. I do not have my license. Many people know this already, but I have been avoiding the topic on my blog...blogging about the story of my trials and tribulations of driving would be quite funny, but I still don't feel like humiliating myself that much over my blog...yet. Maybe someday when I actually get my license I will be able to. Anyhow, I love the bus because I finally don't feel trapped. I have a way to get around and it's an awfully relaxing and entertaining mode of transportation. A lady came on the bus this afternoon and proudly announced, "Today is my birthday! 9:31 PM!" She continued to chatter to anyone and anything that would dare to listen. I wish I had had a present for her.

I also started my winter class at UWM yesterday. I signed up for the class thinking it was Oceanology, like studying dolphins, jellyfish and the like but upon attending the class realized it was actually Oceanography. I should really look at letters more carefully when reading a word. It's a nice, easy class though. I definitely enjoy it. The professor is really nice, but today he said something that sounded a bit strange I'm not going to put it into context so it will sound even stranger but he said something along the lines of, "Have an orange or a frappachino; whatever you call those things before naming a child." What do oranges and frappachinos have to do with eachother? I just don't understand.