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I just wanted to see how amazing my phone can be. It turns out, it's pretty effing awesome.

Interrobang?!

I only blogged once in 2009?!

I am way too addicted to the internet for this to be possible!

If I am not here, find me here:

http://twitter.com/JessikaGriffin

I am usually doing something amazing!

Since You Been Gone

I realize that is a grammatically incorrect title, but it's catchy, right. That's all that matters. English changes and adapts according to the linguistic needs of the people. For example, we no longer say "ye" because as speakers of English we no longer wanted to look like nerds who said "ye". Change is good.

Change is a strange thing, though, that can occur all at once or gradually without anyone really noticing. I'm sure most things fall in the latter category.

I have changed a lot in the past years. Now I know this.

I have two kids--two people who rely on me for EVERYTHING! Although one of them is learning to wipe his own butt, they are two tiny people who need me nonetheless.

I own my house and a new car. Also, a washer and dryer. Everyone knows not having to go to the laundromat or visit your parents' house to wash your clothes is a clear sign of adulthood.

I am about to graduate from college!

When did this shit happen?

The last time I took an inventory of my life I was the goth/grunge chick who never washed her hair and who drove a station wagon. I was the girl who worked over time at a fast food restaurant so she didn't have to see her mother. I was the girl with big boobs who read all the time. (Oh, wait, that last one is still true).

Apparently I have been gleefully absent from my own life and in the mean time I have turned into an adult. I'm okay with it, I guess. I still wear pajamas all weekend, eat ice cream from the container and enjoy staying out late with friends. I still listen to my music really loud in the car and I still cry every time I watch Lion King. I intend to keep doing these things. It all seems to jive with the whole "adulthood" thing.

I dreaded becoming an adult because it meant working hard all the time and drinking coffee to live and complaining about everything. I do those things. But I also still do those other things that make me feel young and silly and happy.

I won't be going anywhere anytime soon.

Reflection

Reviewing my prior posts, I realized I suck at this. Also, I realized I am still doing the same things I was and it is probably a good thing that I haven't been rambling for the last year and a half.

"I am trying to write my Honor's thesis. Since I was able to choose, I assumed my uber-interesting topic would make things easier for me. Indeed, it has not. My unorganized way of writing is not conducive to such a lengthy paper and I am starting to hate myself for it. Like, really hate myself" -Me, September 2009.

I am still working on this paper. I need only finish a few things, but this project has plagued my existence ever since this point. Not only this, but I obviously did not relay the epic nature of my hatred for this project and for my ability to plan and focus on something. This paper was ripped from my soul and printed using blood, but I finished it. I will try harder next time.

This (nearly) finished project is actually amazing and I am very proud of it. It was this paper, in fact, that got me accepted to graduate school.

Perhaps all of my blog energy was simply reallocated for this paper. I have also completed my Women's and Gender Studies thesis and am nearly finished with my English thesis so the energy is no longer needed there.

I am back. Focused, and ready to write to my heart's content.

Sorry, Blog

Apologizing for not writing is like apologizing to your grandma. No excuse is good enough and no matter what you feel guilty and slightly annoyed. Whatever.

I need to write more. I feel better after writing even the lamest of blogs so here I am.

I am currently counting down the days until my new baby gets here: 15 days left (hopefully less)! I am actually timing contractions as I type, hoping they will progress, but that seems unlikely at this point. My fingers are crossed anyway.

Unfortunately, this baby will likely result in the continued neglect of this blog...who knew such a tiny, web-cluttering blog could cause such distress in its writer!

Anyway, rest assured that it is here where I will vent, explore, explain, complain or just discuss when I indeed have the time. I need you more than you need me blog. I will not abandon you.