I know I've neglected to update this, but I'm going to try to upkeep it better!
Anyways, I was having a pretty icky day--stressing out about studying for the CPA exam, getting my wisdom teeth removed, and starting my job in the real corporate world at the end of the summer. I was doing pretty okay with the studying, and at this particular moment, I felt the very strong need to stop everything I was doing, get into my car, and drive to the nearest Staples. It's something about the smell of new office supplies, particularly the smell newly purchased Dixon-Ticonderoga No. 2's, awaiting its first sharpening in order to begin its adventure on the ultimate tabula rasa. Though I usually prefer mechanical pencils for their convenience and practicality, I've always appreciated this classically yellow pencil's metonymic nature.
If you think my trips to Staples (or other stores like it) are quickies, in-and-out trips, you are greatly mistaken. My knees grow week at the site of multicolored sticky notes, and my fingers desperately want to try every writing utensil for sale. A trip to Staples is always exciting--enough to make me forget about deadlines, life changing decisions, and all the bad things going on in my life. Yes, I might not need all of these frivolities of office supplies, but it always makes what I currently do more exciting.
I know, I know. Where has the petite Asian chick (whose parents named her after an 80s tennis star) gone? I'm here, there. Everywhere. It's a sad, sad cycle that I always find myself rolling along with. I sketch out possible layout designs. I pick one that adore best and execute the layout to the best of my coding ability. Sad to say, I'm still doing it old school, hand-coding with dependable notepad applications. Impressed?
Ha, just kidding. After maybe twelve hours of hard work into the wee hours of the morning, which usually ends in severe carpal tunnel, I stand back and admire my work. Constantly. I make a test post, typically with latin filler that I scrounged from a simple Google search. I follow this post with a real one, about something that's on my mind and a fickle promise to blog regularly and upkeep whatever I had just created. So in a way, I'm not much better than Julius Caesar's adage of power: Vini, vidi, vici! Only I didn't conquer anything: I designed; I posted; and I neglected.
So here's a truly honest apology. I'm sorry, JDV. I promise I'll try and post more often. We'll see how fickle this promise is.
I know, I know. Where has the petite Asian chick (whose parents named her after an 80s tennis star) gone? I'm here, there. Everywhere. It's a sad, sad cycle that I always find myself rolling along with. I sketch out possible layout designs. I pick one that adore best and execute the layout to the best of my coding ability. Sad to say, I'm still doing it old school, hand-coding with dependable notepad applications. Impressed?
