January Thirty

Today I slipped on ice a grand total of eight times, but I only fell once. It's pretty nasty out there.

I'm not gonna lie, I love snow and winter and the like, but when it rains and freezes on top of the snow and I can ice-skate on my back lawn, that's a little too much.

I was going to take pictures the day it snowed, but then it started rain/sleeting and I didn't want to screw up my camera. Bummer.

Everyone is sick except for me, so I'm probably doomed.

On another note, I am not excited for the Superbowl at all. There could not possibly be a worse pair of teams participating in it.

It is frigid in my house. That is all.

January Twenty Six

What do I think of my best friend?

She's pretty fly for a white guy.

I think she's the only person I would ever run around with in a toy store wearing ski caps to take pictures with giant stuffed giraffes.

Telephone's ringing.

Finals are finally (haha) done, but none of them were particularly brutal, so I'll miss the half days.

I think I need to go to a concert. I haven't been to one since October.

January Twenty Five

Today, I learned that I have no tolerance for loud middle school children.

We had a party at church as a going away gift for one of the youth leaders who has been there for as long as I can remember, and then some. His family is moving out to the city to start a new independent ministry for the people there. We all wish them the best because they are lovely people and I'm sure they'll do awesome things with God's help.

I didn't realize it until today, but he just might have been one of the biggest influences in my life and I'm praying that him and his family's ministry will help more and more people say that as it grows.

So do you wanna dance?

The result of running around a friend's house, completely bored out of my mind.
Not exactly impressive, but that happens.

Hello

I'm Vicky and if I met myself, I don't think that I would like me.

I like giraffes and bubble wrap and granola bars and top hats and basements and the sky and rain. I eat peanut butter every single day. I wonder about where socks go when they disappear in the dryer. I say things without thinking so they usually turn out sounding rather stupid. I never know what to say when someone asks "what's up."

I don't like books with too-small font. I hate writing "g" and "y." Sometimes I think everyone secretly hates me. Other time I think everyone except for me is a robot. I get paranoid.

I start things, but rarely finish them if I don't have to, so that in itself might be the death of this blog. I don't like the word "random." I can count on one hand the number of people I hate.

I think poetry is lame. I know that songs are poetry put to music, but music is one of my favorite things in the world.

I actually like Lord of the Flies. I say a lot more things in my head than I do out loud. I can live without a cellphone (GASP). I can live without oxygen, for about a minute.

I like mornings only if I'm already awake. I think people try too hard to be unique. I've never seen "The Nightmare Before Christmas." My favorite band writes songs about fried chicken and breakdancing. I don't like whiney music. I can't stand it when people pretend to be hyperactive.

I talk to myself. I fall down stairs frequently. I do not like describing myself.