The Time I Wrote Three Different Titles for One Blog

And three different blogs to accompany those three titles. Rather than start and stop and start and stop and start and publish like normal, I just started and erased and started and erased and started and (hopefully) published. Published. Ha! As if someone really proofreads what I write and make public to the internet and its readers. What does it mean to be published online anymore? Can I call this being published? I think not.

But perhaps I'm wrong. I frequently am. Except when arguing. #alwaysright

Confession:

That Justin Timberlake/Jimmy Fallon video that everyone was plastering all over Facebook about speaking in hashtags being absolutely ridiculous...I didn't find it ridiculous. Possibly because I do talk in hashtags. So much so, actually, that last fall I was banned from saying "hashtag" in the house. I had to say "mashed potato" instead.

For example (Hermione voices, people):

"Oh my god. That ice cream was so delicious. Hashtag I'm getting fat" #imgettingfat
now turns into
"Oh my god. That ice cream was so delicious. Mashed potato I'm getting fat" (potatoes that are mashed)imgettingfat

Or in the morning when heating up some bread
"Mashed potato hungry. Mashed potato making toast. Mashed potato where's the butter?"

Thankfully that ship has sailed and my oral hashtagging has calmed significantly. Do you hashtag in real life? Is this a normal thing to do?


AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT

Leaving for Disney in 8 days! Huzzah!!! Heading out once Joe gets out of class around 6pm. DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE. Playing in the parks for a few days AND THEN OFF TO MY NEW WORK LOCATION. I'm excited. Nervous. Thrilled. Sick to my stomach. I'm actually super pumped about working at the Grand Floridian, but the fact that my work location, yet again, has a 40% deal to cast members kind of makes me nervous. Is it really that unpopular that they have to drag people in with a 40% price tag? Maybe I should check it out if it's 40% off at dinner... Cannot wait for food sampling during orientations!!! #imgettingfat (potatoes that are mashed)imgettingfat

Pump some pumpkin spice latte into my blood stream because

IT'S OCTOBER, WOODCHUCK CHUCKERS!

[bleep] yes!

That one was for you, Cora.

I think you and I should get together

I was working on homework for my interviewing class just a few minutes ago when I heard a voice.

"Even in the wizarding world, hearing voices isn't a good sign."

Thanks, Miss Granger. 10 points shall be awarded to Gryffindor for your wealth of knowledge.

It was a man's voice. At first I thought it was my father. A bit odd, I thought. For my dad to be awake this late and speaking so loud and clearly. Hang on, that isn't his voice at all, I rationalized. It's the weather radio!

Oh noes. We's abouts ta get ourselves a storm up in here!

Or something like that. I just saw lightning outside of my window (although I did not hear the thunder.) Old mother faithful is saying we have a tornado watch until 5 am. I wish Mother Hubbard didn't start talking as soon as I opened the page. RAGE.

On a related note, I despise my online writing class. It is labeled as a writing course. It's supposed to be "Writing for the Web" not "How to Format a Webpage 101." If I wanted that, I would take an HTML course. Or I'd just pay one of my computer friends to do everything for me. I thought it was going to be a course about adequately personifying yourself for an online audience. We regularly have to check out obscure blogs and webpages and write about our feelings toward those pages. Excuse me? Yes. "There's too much purple." "I don't like all of the white space." "When I look at this page, I want to punch babies."

MORE LIGHTNING. me gusta.

"When this page opens, it sings to me. Literally. I can't make it stop." "This link is no longer available."

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