On blogging and having nothing/everything to say: Suis-Je Normale?

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Yo,

I'm not gonna lie and be like "OMGYOUGUYS, I AM SOOOOOO BACK YOUHAVENOIDEA," but I am gonna lie and be like "hey guys, what's up, I'm like, back."

Hey guys, what's up, I'm like, back.

The lie resides in the finality of that statement. I wish I could say that this time, the shit's for real, I'm 'on be layin' down some e-rhymes up in here every day from here on out. But just I don't know that I'll have the time to do that with everything going on these days (when am I ever not able to use the statement "with everything going on these days"?? My life is exhausting). Anyway, we'll see.

I need to web log because for God's sake, it's the easiest way to "connect with people," these days, the easiest way to "express yourself", and possibly the easiest way to "get discovered." (Those bits in the quotation marks sound like an ad for a career college, don't they? Connect with others! Do what you love! Get discovered! No thanks, U.Phoenix, I'm totally chill just rockin' my blog)

It's certainly the easiest thing to nurture. Personal blogs are maybe the chia pets of the aughts. Like, really, there's no point, more than likely no one gives about your chia pet at the end of the day, and if anything, they're making fun of you for having one. But it's a no-brainer to post a little something every once and a while, just as it is a no-brainer to sprinkle some water on your chia pet - and both of these things are, in their own ways, quite cathartic. I like to hope that people are still scribbling down at least SOME of the things they think about or find interesting, because if thoughts are contained exclusively within the brain, they're just going to fade away unnoticed someday, and how sad - might as well go all out and immortalize your thoughts online. Anyway, it'll be kind of cool to be able to say that you did your part in perpetuating one of the trends that will go down in the popular media history of our generation, this generation of useless information and largely unnecessary personal thoughts. Plus, admit it, you like the irony of keeping up with your "thoughts" via your computer or your iphone in your cubicle at work, in the same way you like the irony of keeping up with the marjoram growing on the terra cotta Garfield resting on your stack of New Yorkers and vintage Playboys.

What I'm saying is that whether it's Chia or blogging, everyone should discipline themselves with some kind of quotidian hobby, do it right, craft that shit, show some dedication up in HEA. It's a mediocre world, and while blog content is, admittedly, often mediocre itself, the heart behind it can at least be something worth talking about. And you know, the bit about people not caring isn't 100% true - in fact, as the popularity of blogs is on the rise right now, people might just care more than ever. So I say, blog away. Right?

Hm, look at that, I wrote much more than I intended. The whole point of the video at the end of the blog was to say what I was too lazy to type. Oh well. Guess I'll just have to do better next time. In the meantime, watch my vid if you have any interest in knowing what kind of miserable and pathetic senioritis-stricken life I lead these days. Is it really "senioritis," though, or are the symptoms of "senioritis" just eerily similar to my inherent personality traits and behavioral tendencies which are simply exacerbated by the approach of graduation? Suis-je normale??? Does it matter? Ha, and can I even call it senioritis if I am TECHNICALLY short of one hour to graduate, and won't be able to do so until further notice? (thanks a lot for that one, Univerisity of Georgia, by the way - real cool)

Please don't allow me to talk about myself or express my opinions in such a disgustingly self-induglent way ever again. I think I've done enough for one lifetime in this one blog entry. Ugh.

But, do keep watching the videos. They'll get better, I promise. And yes, less self-indulgent. Just remember: SENIORITIS.

You don' KNOWWW me.

By the way. My name is Kelly Doyle-Mace. I am a 22-year-old female, which is probably the most depressing age I've been so far (not in terms of how i feel at this age, just in terms of the age itself). I am a student at the University of Georgia currently taking a semester break from classes due to financial/existential crisis. I live in Athens, Georgia, USA, and sometimes I live in Cumming, Georgia, USA, but once I lived in Paris, Île-de-France, France, and i wish I still lived in Paris, Île-de-France, France, and I'm not sure if i'll figure out my purpose in this world until I am yet again in Paris, Île-de-France, France (just so you know, if you ever write a letter to Paris, Île-de-France, France, you don't actually have to include the province (state) name, Île-de-France; I just like to show off when it comes to my knowledge of the land of the frogs). This is my new blog, and at this point I'm not sure exactly what I'd like it to be, besides awesome. Which is the exact same way I feel about myself. Cross your fingers for my great success. And read often!

Some things that make me no-fail, consistently, inordinately happy:

Paris - Dogs and cats, and 99.9% of other animals, including and especially dinosaurs - Orbit Gum - Anthony Bourdain and Samantha Brown, and their respective television shows (really the only great shows on what should be a great channel, Travel Channel) - Love - Arbor Mist - Foreign Language of any kind, but especially French - Wireless Internet access - Gustav Klimt, Pierre Bonnard, John Singer Sargent - Bodies of water -The Apple enterprise - Wilco - Stuff that happens on a stage - Coming up with hypothetical bands/albums/songs - style.com - Fellini and Woody Allen films - Xzibit - Dancing, Driving, or Singing to extremely loud music - Ice Cream, and moreso, Italian Gelato - Marc Jacobs - Traveling - Magazines, the wittier the better - Making lists of any kind, as I'm sure you've already gathered

Things that make me inordinately, or at least somewhat unhappy:

Being from Florida (am I a southerner? am I a misplaced northerner? the jury's out.) - Ugg boots and fleece North Face jackets when worn out of context, Vera Bradley bags or anything embroidered with initials when worn ever (read: the University of Georgia sorority getup) - War - Salvador Dalí - Post-grunge music, which unfortunately takes up a vast majority of gigabytage on my sister's iPod Mini - Britney Spears' fall from grace (um you're gonna want to click on that one) - Mosquitos (though they sure do LOVE me) - Lazy Poseurs who put "anything" on their online profiles under "music interests" - Poseur hipsters who think that the rad thing to do is be standoffish and have the posture of a decrepit wizard and the lame thing to do is be friendly and enthusiastic and remember people's names - Cigarette breath or other essence of cigarette (but not necessarily cigarette smokers; most of my friends are euro-poseurs, after all) - Tori Spelling's omnipotence in otherwise good celebrity trash magazines - High Fructose Corn Syrup

Like I said, making lists makes me inordinately happy, and these lists could go on, and on, and on. But perhaps it would be better for you to pick up on what I like and what I don't like while reading my posts. The best things in life are slowly unfolded. Anyone who has ever lived in Paris, Île-de-France, France, would agree with me, oui?

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What I'd like to do for lunch today: Around 1:30, stuff a pocket pita with baba gannouj, smoked turkey, and romaine lettuce.
What I'll actually do for lunch today: Grab a handful of snapea crisps, a handful of grapes, and a bite of the chocolate cloud cake I made last night for the girls. It will be around 5 pm, I will ruin my appetite, and dinner (caramel rice cake with peanut butter sandwich, a yogurt, more cake?) will be around 11pm. I will be watching whatever is on Travel Channel at the time, and it will probably be a world poker tournament, and I will be mad.