Ponderings on why the chicken crossed the road

Marjan I love you

If you’re reading my blog, thanks for dealing with such a shit student like me!

1.31.12.

But I’m starting tomorrow

I have stuff to write and my sinuses to feel sorry for.

1.30.12.

Oh yeah

I’ve decided my Melancholic Lemon Cat blog is going to be devoted soley to the shit I wear.

It will be my vanity blog, because everyone needs a little vanity. Did you know, that for most of my life I felt fat, because my older sister was so much skinnier than me? I was looking at some old photographs of when I was a kid, and I was thin! My sister looked malnourished! It was such a revelation that years of self hate were unfounded and now I feel like, if I want a blog made entirely of pictures of me, then I’m gonna do it.

So yeah. Unfollow now if you want to avoid pictures of me being awkward as hell. I can’t take a good photograph when I’m by myself.

Or follow me if you want to see pictures of shoes and clothes and you’re so enthralled by my personality you have to know where I go, when I sleep, what I wear.

You’ll be satisfied on one account, until I run out of clothes to wear or get sick of it.

http://meloncholiclemoncat.tumblr.com/

1.30.12.

I swear to god, a common virus makes me pathetic

I told myself that I’d be this frigid ice woman today because Michael had done something to upset me. (Immature I know, this is how I deal with all of life’s problems).

But as soon as I started feeling sick and cold, all of that went out the window and I huddled next to Michael for body warmth.

I have no staying power, I tell you.

What I’m saying is, if I’m feeling cruddy and you happen to be warm and not too bony, I can probably be your best friend in minutes.

Oh and today we found a pumpkin at the Botanical Gardens, and I’m going to make soup out of it and all will be right with the world.

1.30.12.

May go in for only a few hours tomorrow

Tend to my cells. Then go home and die.

Sounds like a good plan.

1.30.12.

Don’t wanna write my scholarship application

Just wanna curl in a ball like a cat.

1.30.12.

On being a boring person

I was reading PostSecret just a few moments ago, even though that site is probably ten years too old to be hip and cool anymore. I like it anyway. Even though it feels like everyone who posts on that site has the same secrets (the girl I love is marrying someone else, I didn’t come home for Christmas because I was commiting suicide, I can only feel alive when under the influence of drugs etc etc etc) I still find some odd joy in it. Its part of my Sunday internet schedule. Which is pretty sad, that I have a schedule for browsing things online.

Although the secrets are the same, I feel no need to judge the people who post on it. Which is strange for me, because I judge everyone. I think I’m God or something its ridiculous I need to stop doing that. I just read the secret, think ‘hmmm interesting’ and move on with my life.

Maybe my lack of judgement stems from my lack of secrets. For secrets to happen, you either have to be a really infuriating person (“There’s this thing happening, but I can’t tell you because I don’t want to!” Fuck I hate it when someone pulls that shit on me, if you’re planning on announcing you have a secret then don’t tell anyone, you are just being an attention seeker) or have such an interesting life that there are so many facets that conflict with each other that if they ever met, the universe would explode.

Okay maybe not that extreme.

But what I’m saying is, assuming I don’t want to be an annoying person (ah! too late, Herah!) is that I want to be an interesting person. I have no secrets, really.

I mean, there are things about my life I don’t share with anyone, but if they asked I would probably tell them. Shit like that just never enters conversation so its not really a secret, just a conversation that hasn’t happened yet.

I’m thinking really hard of a secret to share with all of you.

But I can’t think of anything.

Told you I was boring.

1.29.12.

Sometimes I think my supervisor reads my blog

She says some things that I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned in real life, or I just typed it on my blog.

Its kind of freaking me out. I don’t want to ask her, just in case she hasn’t, then she’ll ask to read my blog.

I’m paranoid.

1.28.12.

When did my blog become so crap?

Okay I’ll stop posting about clothes and shit I want.

AFTER THIS POST!

So I bought this pair of black high waisted satin shorts today. When I tried them on in the store, they were awesome. They made my butt look amazing and I wanted to marry them but marrying clothes is generally frowned upon. I mean, people marry people, not clothes. I don’t know if clothes marry clothes, but clothes are inanimate objects so probably not.

Anyway so I bought those shorts, and when I got home, I tried them on again. They’re still amazing but they look more like clubbing clothes.

Which is a shame, because I never go clubbing or partying or anything involving dressing up in satin shorts. Anything involving a life really. I really need to consider these things when I buy clothes.

That will be my last clothing related post for a while.

1.28.12.