Blogging is stressful. I want to come off as smart and interesting but don't we all? This is a real problem because not everyone can be interesting. Otherwise there would be no such thing as interesting.

Yesterday was terrible. The bus system was a hassle. I wiped out on the ice in front of everyone. Taylor Swift broke my ipod. Today was better.

This is who I am. I like owls, zumba, bob dylan, cuba, the taste of pineapple and the prose of Faulkner. One of my favorite feelings is waking up in the morning and knowing you don't have to get up. Rolling over and going back to sleep even though you're not tired anymore. My other favorite feeling is lounging on a raft in the pool, on a hot sunny day, listening to the cubs on the radio. I thought I would love living in a single room, but I miss having a roommate. I hate coming home to an empty room. I tend to dwell on social encounters. I want to travel everywhere and I have the biggest dreams, and I am sure I will achieve every one. In this realm, I do not lack confidence.