I have a blog. I have a blog.

So I have a blog now. I'm stoked. 


I have no idea what I will write about but let's all be stoked for me. All of the no people who will be reading this ha. 


And let's be real this blog looks sweet. I'm gonna have to start doing cool things so I can write about them. Being crafty or cleaning or something I don't know. Although I will say I did clean last night while watching Top Chef Allstars. By the way sooo stoked they're all going to the finale I so called that woohoo! Buut I folded all of the laundry that has been piling up in my living room and I put most of it away. Go me! 


Although... ants. There are ants in my kitchen what the eff. 


In class now ha discussing gender and sports: WNBA vs NBA ha. 


Also I'm pretty sure I am Jennifer Beggs Weber here is a list of why: she is obsessed with gender and does all her research on gender, she's doing her dissertation on teen fathers, we have the same glasses, she is a hippy, she talks and talks and laughs at herself, she tells her husband people pay to hear her talk and that just gets her, we have the same gestures: so yeah same person


I'm so stoked about this because I can just type and type and type and pretend that people are listening to me, because I do love to know people are listening to me when I talk. Yet here no one will glaze their eyes over or turn up the music or ignore me in some polite or not so polite way. I don't have to ask people if they heard my last sentence. I can just talk away. No worries. Love.