Neglect

verb : to pay no attention or too little attention to; disregard or slight; to be remiss in the care or treatment of; to omit, through indifference or carelessness; to fail to carry out or perform (orders, duties, etc.).

Yes, I have been neglecting my poor little blog. As time between posts went from weeks to months, I began to say within myself, "This is ridiculous."

So now it is time for me to choose a new verb with which to act upon this blog. In spirit of finals, the format shall be multiple choice:

Is the new verb
a) renew
b) make promises I don't intend to keep
c) rejuvenate!
d) delete

And the answer is, d for delete. Sadly, this blog will go the way of all such blogs. It shall go... well, I don't know where it shall go, but wipe your tears, dear reader. For there is cause for rejoicing. There is another blog! A new and improved blog!
Sorry to make you update your links, reader, but if you have enjoyed my spurts of blogging amidst the silence, then the following will provide you with updates on my life:
BrycenandSuzy.blogspot.com
Happy blogging!

Florist

Hi, I'm looking for a good wedding florist.

I mean, there's so many options out there, but it'd be nice to be able to find someone talented, fair-priced, and good at getting just the look you have envisioned, and the best way to do that is to talk with people who've been there before.
So I come to you, dear readers. Who did your flowers? What was great about the service, and what was not-so? What do you wish could've been different? What was more perfect than you could've wished for? What kind of flowers? How'd you keep them from wilting? Did you use ribbons? wires? plastic straws? Did you go for a classic look or something more out-there? Any advice or recommendations would be greatly appreciated.
By the way, this is all for someone I visit teach. But you can be sure that I will be referring back to this post when I prepare for my big day someday. :)

Pasta Salad is My Worst Enemy

Oh yes, it seemed tame enough. I needed a side for a chicken dish I had prepared, and pasta salad seemed like an acceptable, yea even desirable, compliment to it. I whipped up a batch, and I tell you, it looked beautiful. Noodles of yellow and sage green, dashes of red pepper, chunks of delectable cucumber made for a dish anyone would be proud of. But don't let those curly-q, colorful little noddles fool you. They had an evil plan. I, suspecting nothing, sat to enjoy dinner when one of those devious little noodles gently glided off my fork and splattered its blasted oil all over the leg of my shorts. A favorite pair of shorts. Then it laughed to spite me. Curse you pasta salad. If only you weren't so delicious, I would not put up with your clothing-graffiti ways.

Fingernails of a Five-Year-Old

I’ve been thinking about posting for a while now. I mean, a lot has happened, but now it’s been so long since it has that it just seems silly to post about it so long after the fact. So instead, I’ve compiled a little list of all the things that I would’ve posted about if I was actually good at blogging.

1. Spring semester- ugh. Talk about killer. Imagine here dozens of posts about how I abhor statistics, but love my teacher for patiently spending hours going over my projects with me outside of class.

2. Throw in one about my amazing friend and running-buddy Gary for helping me with a project for 3 long hours WHILE he was sick with the swine flu.

3. Throw in another one about how awesome my immune system is because I spent three hours with someone who had the swine flu and didn’t get a sniffle.

4. Post for a trip to So-Cal for fun times at Magic Mountain and the BEACH!!

5. Post dedicated solely to my love for the beach. Include a sonnet I’ve composed singing praises.

6. A post or two about running out of things to do at work. Shoot me.

7. One more holla for the immune system after that little piggy downed four of my roommates, but I had absolutely no symptoms.

8. Father's day weekend with the fam. Insert pictures of deniece and denephew. They are chronically cute.

9. Haircut! *Picture!* *Emoticons!*

10. Insert a post about my trip to Seattle for the Inaugural Rock ‘N Roll Marathon- riddled with pictures of my cute cute nephew and awesome sister and bro-in-law. More and more pictures with an explanation that our motto for this trip was “A picture is worth a thousand words, and our vacation is worth a thousand pictures!” We reached 978 before the memory card was full.

11. A post about the Fourth of July- my second favorite holiday! Pictures of fireworks that I stole from Google images because I’m awful at remembering to take my camera places with me. Reminiscing about how last year I gave away Fourth of July presents to my friends of illegally-distributed patriotic music and voter registration forms. Ha ha, I’m funny.

12. And finally- a post about how last night my roommate and I had a manicure party. I don’t often paint my fingernails, but we went all out- cut, file, buff, shine and paint. Mine are pink. Barbie pink. Ah-dorable.

Whirled Peas

It's finals time and again I find myself compelled to blog. I've checked facebook 12 times today. I don't think my dot on gmail has been anything but green. I organized a playlist on playlist.com. I've done anything but study. I spent an hour singing songs from Dr. Horrible's Sing-A-Long Blog with my roommates. And another hour for Ella Fitzgerald. BUT, I'm at the computer, my study guide document is up, and I'm ready to do something about it.
I just wanted to let you all know that I saw a bumper sticker with the title of this blog. Puzzled, I imagined peas in a blender. Then I went full scale to a tornado of peas, just whirling around in a green fog. Then it hit me. Whirled Peas. Ha ha, clever.
On another tangent, anyone else a fan of Dr. Horrible? I think I have a celebrity crush.

A Wicked Awesome Month

I've been waiting for April since December. I tell you why: April is the month that I get to go see the Broadway musical of WICKED! Remembering this, I took it upon myself to locate my ticket, and after a brief, unfounded fear that I had lost it, I found it tucked in the inside cover of a journal that my brother gave me for Christmas (along with said ticket). You see, I mistakenly thought that it was in the front cover of the journal that I am currently filling up, so when I checked and it was not there I had a little freak out session in my brain- like "What if I never find it and I don't get to go?! What would my brother say?!" My brother bought me the journal I'm currently using now too. I'm pretty sure I'll never need another journal until I'm 45 because these are both huge and my journal writing's been pretty spotty of late. I guess I should print off these public journals to supplement. My roommate keeps her journal on her computer- which is pretty smart because then she can say a lot in a small amount of time. Writing does take a while. I would get on that bandwagon except for one nagging feeling that then my handwriting won't be preserved for my future posterity. It's probably not really important, I mean, would my posterity really care? I can't be sure, however, so I guess I'd better keep writing just in case. Did this post have a point? Oh yeah,
I am so excited for Wicked.

Just my Luck

Weirdest thing happened today. So I got up this morning and decided to wear a green shirt. When I get to campus, EVERYBODY IS WEARING GREEN! Green shirts, pants, jackets, headbands, sometimes odd combinations of every shade, but seriously- Green everywhere. I guess I'm just a trend setter.
On a green note, something that I love that has a wonderful slice of green are mint brownies. I think I have one at least every other day, if not more often. I may have spent enough money on these brownies to support a small island for a year. They are just that good.



I have a dilemma regarding these brownies, however. I used to buy them in one location on campus- sometimes they were in stock, but at times other brownie-lovers had beat me to it. It was kind of a gamble walking in there- I didn't know whether I would be able to purchase happiness that day or not. One day I happened to notice a place in the cafeteria area that, guess what, Also sells the BROWNIES! And even better, these brownies had Nuts! Mmmm! They also sold more, so they almost never run out, no matter what time of day the cravings hit.
Okay, so the dilemma. You'd think that because I found this other location that I would never run out of brownies and life is perfect, right? Nope, because these brownies with nuts cost $.64, which is a significant $.12 cents higher than the other delectable nut-less brownies. So is it worth it, this extra $.12 cents, for dependable, nut-filled brownies? I wasn't sure.
So I had been living with this dilemma for a few months now, sometimes visiting the original location, other times the nutty location, and never quite sure which would eventually claim my loyalty. Then, a change happened. I was buying a mint-nut-brownie and the girl who hands me my little piece of heaven says, "If you buy two it's only a dollar. Would you like another one?" I was like, Whacka Wha?! Seriously? Now the amazing nut-brownies are also $.52 cents, but only if I buy TWO. I told her I'd better not. But seriously, these people are making my life so difficult. So wonderfully, deliciously, minty-ly difficult.