Thursday, January 21, 2010
by Amanda.
I don’t look at the analytics on my blog too often, as I tend to forget I have access to them. And then I forgot how I have access to them. Which password is it? Is it the one that has to have at least one number?
Oh God, now it’s asking me for the name of my school. I went to a lot of them. Uh. How did I answer this fours years ago?
Jesus. What did I even look like four years ago?
Anyway, I looked at the analytics over the long weekend. I was curious about the keywords that were bringing new people here, and oh my God, you people are sick. Please keep visiting.
These are some real searches that brought people to my blog:
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
by Amanda.
It’s the beginning of a new decade, a time to think of where we are and where we want to get. It’s also simply the beginning of a new year. This January, we vow to be more accomplished, less fat, or whatever the case may be.
And I’ve coined it the Year of the Ass. Because so far in 2010, I’ve felt like ass.
Life has been one pain in the ass. Actually, many. Many pains on one pale, grumpy ass. Some would say I’m even acting like an ass.
So yeah.
Friday, January 1, 2010
by Amanda.
What will you do this year?
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
by Amanda.
As far back as I can remember, my mom’s eyes have drooped long before the ball dropped in Times Square. Forget live music or noisemakers. She ushers in the new year by pulling out a fresh 3×5 index card and recording 10 resolutions.
“Some should be things you know you can definitely cross out,” she advised me at my initiation. “You probably won’t get to all of them.”
In high school then, I might have sarcastically asked, “Can I put breathing? How about buying a new shirt?”
Thursday, December 24, 2009
by Amanda.
Happy holidays to you!
Thanks for your readership, support, not being creepy, etc.
Really. I mean it, guys.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
by Amanda.
I get the whole online portfolio idea, I really do.
But putting most, if not all, of one’s potentially embarrassing social media in one place just seems a little too easy.
Stalkers used to have more of a challenge. It used to take skills.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
by Amanda.
Sometimes I start writing a blog post and then abandon it for some reason.
Last week, I found orphan posts from as far back as 2007. I can even remember some of my original intentions for them.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
by Amanda.
Some of our worst problems sneak up on us. They’re freaky little failings no one anticipates. Tiny developments we miss a million times.
My first appointment of 2010 - and the first New Year’s resolution I’ll complete - is a skin cancer screening. I’ll be dressed in a robe and checked from scalp to sole for any suspicious spots.
I’ve needed to do this for awhile. I’m blue-eyed, fair-skinned, and have a family history of skin cancer. I grew up in Texas.
In the last few years, I’ve watched my dad undergo biopsies and chemotherapy to treat his skin cancer. He’s had chunks of his face removed. Pieces of his arms, his nose, his neck.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
by Amanda.
With Thanksgiving a few grocery store fisticuffs away, I’ve been daydreaming of cranberry sauce. The real stuff. Not that gelatinous, cylindrical mass with the can indentations.
I try to convert the unenlightened. This year, I’ve started with my friend Nate. He likes canned fruit. Really likes it.
But hey, admitting it is the first step to recovery.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
by Amanda.
Today my friend Jeremy came over and helped me turn my apartment into a home, my living room into a room worth living.
I’m tired and have major cleaning ahead of me tomorrow.
But I’m home.
It only took a year.
