Solutions to Envy

Due to my colleague’s method of self-expression, I felt a grand desire to begin a blog to call my own. A recommended method of catharsis, this may prove to be an effective tool. And no, I don’t always talk this way.
I suppose that I should establish a wee bit about myself. I’m 20 years young, and a Comparative Literature major at U of A. Or as we like to refer to ourselves, I’m a C Lit major. Yes, I major in clit. Ha ha. Now can we please all get on with our lives...? Anyway, just this past semester, I discovered the mind-bogglingly superior world of Noir Literature. I’m going to babble about that quite a lot on here, as it’s an obsession of mine. In fact, Chelsey often refers to me as a noir nerd, goon, conehead, and whatever other random crap flies off of her tongue.
Other then the oh-so prestigious world of academia, I’m also a girlfriend, a best friend, a daughter, a saleslady, a president and a proficient pain in the ass to many. I adore my buddies from the days of old, and have recently discovered some new friends that I’m fairly certain are solely responsible for me still being mentally stable. Well….as mentally stable as I can be.
I’m absolutely wild about maple. I love maple anything. I feel that I should mention that it’s my other new fetish.
Anywhoo, many hours of study demand my attention. Oh, and I’m a bumpkin, too. I’m about to go “skank it up”, as my mother would say, and study on the front deck in my tantalizingly little, second-skintight tank top and jeans. The joy of living in the country is I could sit on my front deck nude and no one would be the wiser. In fact...
Take it easy.

-K