{Posting About [Nothing} to Post About]

I mean really. It's not as though there has been a lack excitement in my life in the past five or so weeks. It's not as though I've told anyone about all the excitement. It's not as though there's any legitimate reason I haven't written about all the adventures I've had as of late. I mean, I could try the I've been really busy with school and work and all the other things that make up my life excuse, except that, although I truly have been very busy, I've also been procrastinating to excess. In fact, this post is really just me, procrastinating again, and yet not writing any of the more interesting things I have to tell all *squints at ceiling while counting on fingers* five of you. So here are the posts that you should be getting out of me in the next few weeks:

• Something Like a Chameleon
• Something Like a Chameleon Parte Deux: Why Learning to be Properly Socialized Has Convinced Me That I am Innately Evil
• What's Brown, Happy, and Legal All Over?

Okay. So that's only three. There should be more. There is definitely more to be told. But three posts is a decent amount to catch up on. Hold me to it. Seriously. If not, so much of my oddness will just sublimate into nonexistence, and sublimated oddness is really just missed opportunities to enjoy life.

Oh, and I was going to dedicate an entire post to that time that I almost died at the Met. See. It's already going! Hold me to it people!

And why I'm so terrible at expressing myself vocally! Seriously people, this is gold! Just passing you by!