21st Century Spinster

I know that being MIA in the early stages of a blog doesn’t build confidence in my new found readers, but things come up. Things like school, the lamest of all excuses.  I was also spending aweome super fun-times with friends and a girl has got to have a social life doesn’t she.

But I am back, and on Valentine’s Day no less.  I know that it is a made up holiday celebrated only by those happily in love, but I can’t help but think of my own single-ness every time this time of year rolls around.  

 

Get your kicks...

I have always wanted to go on a road trip. There are elements of adventure and romance in packing up your car with the absolute essentials and heading out to who know where with a couple of your best buddies. And even though this may have been a popular way to spend leisure time in the first half of the 20^th century, I haven’t been able to convince one of my friends of the merit of taking a trek together.

What's your sign?

Or animal? Or tree…?

I would consider myself a woman of science. Using logic and reasoning to make sense of the world, well, just makes sense.  But science can only go so far. Science has no explanations for the miraculous, only postulations and weak hypotheses.

Happy Week-iversary!

In relationships, celebrating a one-week anniversary may seem a little excessive, especially for those of us who are no longer twelve years old.  But since I started my blogging venture just one short week ago, I feel as if I’ve accomplished some serious goals.

Wacky Wednesday: Rippity Rip Rap a-Raptastic

I thought it might be fun to add a regular feature to this blog, and after stumbling across this little gem, Wacky Wednesday was born.

Creatures of the Night



Morning Lark

Night Owl

I’ve always been amazed at the ability of some people to set their alarm and wake up when it goes off.  Personally, I have no concept of how to perform such a task.  I set my alarm (when I have to set my alarm) an hour before I need to get up so that I can push that snooze button (a masterful invention in my opinion) at least 6 times, though I probably squeeze a couple more in for good measure.  Don’t get me wrong, I hate the sound of the alarm, so much so that I ban products that feature that dastardly sound in their television ads. But, I rarely remember hearing the sound more than once or twice when I actually wake up.  Pushing the snooze button has become such a natural part of my waking process that I don’t even wake up to do it.

Beauty Blahs

I have never been the kind of girl to put much effort into her looks.  I shower and brush my teeth most days and I brush my hair when it starts to look scraggly.  I think my attitude toward beauty comes from my disdain for the fact that men don’t have to have beauty routines.  I know, times, they are a-changing, but most (straight)men put very little effort into the way they present themselves to the world.  So I figure, in the name of equality and all that jazz, I should adopt a similar attitude.