I have a life outside of books! I do! I swear!
May 1st means that I have about 6 weeks left in New York City. Put that way, it doesn’t seem like nearly enough time. Enough time to wrap everything up on my end, enough time to pack, enough time to say goodbye to New York.
In which I have some news: I am leaving New York City and am relocating to North Carolina. The short of it: Bear got Matched for his urology residency at Wake Forest. The long of it…
What? This is what I like to watch as entertainment.
My Teddy Bear brought me yellow flowers for my birthday! My Bear knows that yellow roses are my favourite; I love them because they stand for friendship, and we were friends before we started dating. ♥
Firstly: Happy new year! (Even though my family does not celebrate the Lunar New Year, I figured today was an appropriate day to actually blog about a new year!) Secondly: Wow, it’s been…a long time since I’ve blogged anything substantial.
This is what happens when you have a youthful face, a teenaged brother, and young-looking parents: people assume you’re still in school. Once I ordered una cerveza when my family and I went on vacation together to Cancún last year, but the waiter came back with a 7Up. When I sent it back asked for a beer, he looked to my parents to see if it was okay with them. Mind you, the drinking age is 18 in Mexico.
PSYCHIC ROOMMATE: Today’s Google welcome is seriously trypophobic. Fair warning. JJ: Not us! We have a turkey! PSYCHIC ROOMMATE: Really?! Oh wow, Google France has a really long elaborate Stanislas Lem game. JJ: Heh, if I type Google.fr I can get to the game. It’s not as bad as you’re making it out to be. [...]
Happy Halloween, everyone! Halloween is my favourite holiday, for many reasons, not the least of which is the fact that it’s the one day I’m sanctioned to play dress up in public. If I had my druthers, everyday would be Halloween, but alas, I am not Queen of the Universe (the last I checked anyway). [...]
Today’s blog post is brought to you by the letter F: for fatigue, feelings, and feminism. So here I was, all ready to talk about my blog fatigue, when something actually sets a fire beneath my ass and gets me posting again. (Although to be fair, I have been writing; I just haven’t been blogging.)
As embarrassed as I can occasionally be about my rampant Anglophilia, I am unashamed of my obsessive fangirlism. Well, maybe not “unashamed”. More like “have come to terms with”. I am desperately uncool, but at 26, I’m okay with that. I am what the Brits might uncharitably call an “anorak” about many things, but whatever. [...]
S. Jae-Jones, but JJ, if you please. Editrix at St. Martin's Press. Writer. Artist. Avid skydiver. And she abandons her mind to obscure arts.