While I wait for the nauseatingly foul odors in the kitchen to die down so I can wash more dishes, I thought I’d fill you in on a little secret- I never expected anyone to actually read this blog. My friend, Diana, stated it best when she said “I assume that no one ever talks or thinks about me when I’m not present”. Lately though, it’s come to my attention that people do read this blog. Some leave comments, offer advice, and occasionally kudos, mmmm. But most flit through silently, leaving little evidence that they were ever here except for with counts in my Views. Since I’ve realized this I have begun to feel responsible for the substance of my entries. My only goal when I created a blog was to force myself to start writing again and, thinking no one would read it, I wrote only about what was on my mind at the time. Sadly, pretty much the only thing on my mind lately is the enormous event I’m planning. It’s consuming my thoughts, my time, all my anxiety, and many of the hours when I should be sleeping. Don’t get me wrong, for the most part I’m enjoying this experience however time consuming it’s becoming, but I’m afraid this might have made my blog entries a little dull, or a lot dull. Unbelievably, lethally dull? My mom told me the other day that my stepdad asked her what I was going to do with myself when this thing was over. Ok, I was offended at first. I mean I had a life before this, you know? I was doing other things. But wait, “had” “was doing”, past tense? uh, oh.
So I’m posting here a list of future topics- things I want to explore, goals I want to reach, ideas on which to focus, other than the big day, and places to turn after the dress is retired. Hopefully, these will become topics I can write about when things get tedious, and hopefully they’ll make for slightly more interesting reading than previous posts. Thanks for making me feel like writing! It obligate me to do something fulfilling instead of lazing around the house rereading Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter, which is what I’m inclined to do otherwise.
– Lela the Diva
-The secret; bending the universe to my will, mwahahahaha!
– Around the world in, uh, I don’t know, 30-40 years
– to eat meat, or not to eat meat?
– Have I suffered enough that I could be a great artist yet?
– I want a crappy garage band
– capturing Om
– Do I like the education, or the status of grad school?
– It’s not easy being green
– clearing out the demons
– Philosophy, that torrid and torturous love affair of my wild years.
– Anyone up for some spoon bending? Ghost hunting? Mind-reading? Exorcising? JK
– last but not least, FIJI!!!!