When you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all.
Does this apply to writing as well? Nothing good to write, don't write anything?
Probably not. Some smart alec will come up with good reasons to keep writing: "It's beneficial to your... Brain. Duh." Thanks guys. THANKS.
Here's the deal: I don't always have enlightening things to write about. That's a lie, actually. I OFTEN have many enlightening things to write about but I have neither the time nor the inclination to write about them all. Whew. That's better. At least it makes me sound more smarterer. That's what we aim for when blogging, right? Gotta spread all the increasingly difficult-to-find insight and wisdom that can be gleaned from the mind of a wee lady with big dreams. Hah. Sure, Kirsten. That's why we're here.
I definitely want to write more blogs. It's going to take a considerable amount of self-discipline so I'll need all the encouragement you can spare! I also want to take more pictures and post them here. That one's not as easy to do since I forget my camera always therefore I take pictures never.
But here are some from my webcam!!
Just the cutest ever. I KNOW. I can barely stand it. On a sidenote, I'm tired and I'm going to post this before sleeping and proofread it tomorrow, so if nothing makes sense know now that I don't care. So there.
I really hope you weren't expecting anything profound this time around. Or informative. This is positively neither of those things.
OH!! I know what to tell you about! Okay. This is a good one. SO! There are a lot of spiders in our room. But not those nasty huge ones that give you nightmares, just these spindly ones that aren't exactly small but aren't particularly scary either. And one sleeps above my bed near my feet and he's like my little friend but we respect each other and keep our distance because he's a spider and I'm a human and we know good insect-person boundaries. It's a healthy interaction, consisting primarily of me sending the occasional hello to him, as well as blowing on his web when he looks bored. In return he sometimes wiggles his legs at me. It's not animal abuse, I can read spider body language quite well and know exactly when they're bored and when they're just napping. I like to think of it as giving him a spider massage. OH MY WORD what if it's a girl. I hadn't thought of that one before. Ugh. Whatever. He won't mind. He's got a very masculine... Leg..s... Must be a man! So. Mandy wanted to kill all the spiders in the whole room because she's just anti-bug unless it's a cockroach and she can relive her Hawaiian childhood and pull its legs off. Ugh. But Maryam and I know better, that these nice lil' guys kill the flies that find their way into our little habitat so we like 'em! But anyways, the climax of the story is that my spidey disappeared and a couple days later a new, smaller one showed up... So I think he went and found a child to take his place and is now colonizing more spider homes elsewhere, which has begun to worry me slightly. That doesn't worry me as much as the animal noise that come from our ceiling every morning, though. We think there's a possum partying it up overhead. POSSUMS! Our base cook rescued a baby possum the other day and it's ridiculously cute! But the adult ones are kinda big and freaky looking.
That wasn't as good of a story as I was hoping it would be. Too DARN BAD, guys. I'm not even going to proofread this. I genuinely hope you will read my blog next time I share it. Have faith that they won't all be this chaotic.
Maybe.
