A Bit Belated

"Belated" is the word of the day. Or week. Or 2009, I suppose.

But it's not bad.

First of all, a much belated THANK YOU to Iz for my splendid picture that she made me.

It's on my wall, and I am looking into framing it.

I love it more than any art I've ever received. So again, thank you very much.

This blog is belated as well.

Lately I've been feeling so much.

Feeling everything. And I have been lacking the skill to transfer those feelings to words. 

But I figured I'd give writing another shot.

Since I miss missing writing. Lately I don't miss it. I guess I missed it enough to write tonight, though.

Raise your hand if you're sick of all forms of the word "miss."

My homework is late. More like not done. 

I'm trying to think of more things that would fall under the belated catagory. 

Oh, I know. I finally finished New Moon today.

Epilogue and all. 

It was good. 

But...

(spoiler alert)

I had to stop reading it because I was so sick of hearing Bella's rants about missing Edward.

Yes, if I was dating Edward Cullen I would not forget about him overnight. 

But when probably 400 pages of a 5oo-something page book consist of nothing more than whining about missing Edward, it can make even the most devoted fans consider throwing 

that book into the wood chipper.

Nothing personal, Stephanie Meyer.

I like love. I do not like girls who cannot get over 1 guy, vampire or not.

I am now reading the third book and enjoying it. Hopefully no more pity love mush, or it's into the chipper.

Has anyone ever noticed that Dwight Schrute and Ben Folds look quite a bit alike?

See for yourself:

I love them both.

One for his life-changing music, and the other for his bear facts.

The Superbowl was really really fan-freaking-tastic this year.

Best ever, I'd say.

Arizona didn't win, but they also didn't let me down.

Fitzgerald was stupendous. My whole house was screaming watching him run.

And the commercials were hilarious.

I feel satisfied with this blog entry.

It feels so good to let it out using words.

Sometimes everything just feels perfect. 

No matter what tomorrow brings.