I’ve got skins! So, far there are two for you to choose from and more on the way.

I’m still tweaking my email accts around, so the email notifications of your comments are out there somewhere for me to find, but it may take me awhile. Basically, I am hugely busy with the new house renovations and the baby so I’m not on my blog everyday. That means: I’m not ignoring you or your comments! Promise. It also means I’m not posting new entries everyday either. But now that I’m home from England, I may be a bit more regular about it. Maybe.

About posting new entries: I’ve been less angsty here in the state of Washington, as I’ve written about before. If I’m not writing out my angst on this blog then I’m not sure what to be writing. Mushy, mother-to-be stuff seems too, well, mushy. Maybe some cutesy stuff about life in the northwest? I’ve got some family stuff to write about but I’m not sure about that either. My idea of what my blog should be is a bit muddled at the moment. The hope is that once it becomes more clear I will have more to say here.

All right. So, I know it has to be expected that there will be some truly uninspiring assignments. I mean some true pieces of intellectual feces. Of course, it may not be entirely the assignment’s fault. Which may be what has happened with this assignment I just completed (and the result is a giant turd of grand defecatory powers). The fault may be that the assignment-giver has not adequately explained either, A) What the assignment is (thereby causing confusion and wonder) and/or B) Why the assignment exists (thereby restricting from the assignment-doer the feeling of accomplishment even in the face of extreme piles of shite).

As it is now, I feel like I just wasted hours of my time writing a bunch of useless crap. Not how I wanted to spend my time here. Maybe in our session today, some abstract angle of light will be shed on the whole thing that will make it seem like glittering gold. But I doubt it.

Now, maybe something a little uplifting… Or just creepy… Who’s to say… I was walking home (even in Oxford it feels like I have a home… yay!) from the bus stop and two drunk old Brits hit on me. Called me gorgeous and everything. I’m sure they were slurring their compliments at every female that was walking solo, but it made me laugh because just like in the US there are dirty old men who fall into their drink and lose all sense of their tongues.

Ta.