NaLetterPoMo! (Ha. Not Really.)*

Dear ETS -

You mostly annoy me, but I temporarily adore you. Because Mike kicked your rear this weekend on the GRE. I mean, seriously. He rocked it. Take that.

Woo!

A Future PhD's Wife.

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Dear NaBloPoMo -

It all started with you. Even my two trips this month, design class, and projects at work can't assuage the guilt I'd feel if I neglected you. Perhaps you will refine my writing and help me explore new corners of myself.

More likely, you'll cause me to realize that Ah! I haven't posted today! and pound out: "Uh, so I had Chipotle today. Oh! And a caramel macchiato. Food is good." before I crawl back in bed.

Awesome.

- A Blogger More Afraid of Breaking Tradition than Subjecting the Internet to Bad Writing.

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Dear You-

Before you unsubscribe from my feed, be sure to enter the Starbucks giveaway I'm hosting over here. And stop judging my lack of CSS skills while you're there, okay?

Seriously. Stop it.

- I Don't Even Want to Admit How Long I've Spent on This Website.

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Dear Body -

Remember when I used to take you running? Ahh. Those were the days. I'm just going to accept those two pounds you've added as the cost of these cookies and only running once a week.

It's cool. Just don't atrophy or whatever.

- Your Lover.

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Dear Sunshine -

I'll miss you. A lot. Especially after 5pm.

See you in March!

- A Girl Who Should Totally Move to California. Or Florida.

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Dear Luke & Lorelei -

In my world, you just got engaged. You'd better not screw anything up.

(Lorelei - I'm mostly talking to you. Let's be honest.)

- Totally More Emotionally Involved in Stars Hallow than is Healthy.

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Dear Twitter -

Okay, I think I finally get those list things. It sort of feels like a popularity contest though - how many lists are YOU on?! How many people are following the lists you made!? How much does the world LOVE you!?

Maybe I'm just stupid for not figuring out how awesome they are?

- @ashleymarie6

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Dearest Siblings -

Thank you for sharing your candy with me.

But seriously, someone took the Almond Joy I stole from little brother's bag set aside. Just put it in my mailbox and no questions will be asked.

- Your Awesome Biggest Oldest Sister.

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* This is probably a really dorky joke. No one else will even get it.

NaBloPoMo. Ugh. Seriously?

Apparently, I'm a masochist. It is with great reluctance and a smidgen of regret that I announce my candidacy for a second annual November month of posting every day (aka: National Blog Posting Month).

I'm used to just posting (sporadically) during the week days, so this might be a little bit of an adjustment.

(Oh, who am I kidding? I'm perfectly capable of talking, er, typing...your ears off.)

Here goes!

What you can expect this month:
- Pictures. Because I can't stop taking them.
- Updates on my dream of getting a degree in graphic design.
- Useful environmental tips.
- More Worth it Wednesdays.
- Random stories. (I just came from a Polish wedding. Complete with a polka band. I am not kidding you. Cannot wait to share.)
- Free Starbucks! And cream-filled maple-iced donuts.
- Okay, not really. But how great would that be?

I just got home from a wedding, like I said. I drank some alcohol. Plus, I am sleepy. I will probably regret this entry AND signing up for NaBloPoMo. It kicked my butt last year. And started off this blog. So, also: Happy blogoversary to me. Or whatever that made up word is. :)