I'll Be That GIrl

Move-in day went pretty smoothly. Most people had moved in over the weekend so it was relatively easy. My room looks pretty good, too. I have my "Garden State" and "Away We Go" posters above my bed and they are amazing. I need another bright poster like the "Away We Go" one, because the colors on that are fantastic. 

I'm being bad right now and pigging out. I'm wicked spent from moving all day but I'm not ready to go to bed yet. So I'm eating junk food, writing on here and after this I'll go back to reading. If I seem like a loner, then know I opted to be one this evening. I don't know if that makes it any better. My friend wanted me to come over and watch "Band of Brothers," the mini-series. It's good, but the last thing I want to do right now is watch a series of war portrayals. "Welcome back to school, let's watch the cruelty of war!" I'm good, thanks.

My hall is full of freshman and one awkward sophomore in a single room. I tried to talk to the awkward one but she didn't give me much of a response. I've met three of the freshman, they were nice but they looked so young. I can see now why when I was a freshman everyone thought I was older. I look and feel older than those girls. I saw some of the other girls too and the fake-blonde one gave me a weird look when I smirked at her when leaving the bathroom. Just trying to be friendly, it's not my fault your room is located right outside where I relieve myself. Some other girl is playing hip hop pop rap or whatever you want to call it and trying to impress some boy. I shut my door. My soft-rock, popcorn eating and trashy romance novel reading won't be interrupted by children. Sorry kiddos. The funny thing is I'm only about a year older than them. Oh well, as most people over the age of 40 say "you're as old as you feel." I feel about 22 until I meet a mature 22 year old, then I feel 19 again. Life, right?

My room really does look good though. Last year I was in a "forced triple" so there were three of us in a room meant for two. This year there's only two of us, so it's pretty great. There's just so much more space!

Ahem.

Anyway.

Tomorrow is the first day of classes. I have three in a row; Creative Writing, Intro to Sociology, and Philosophy of Human Nature. I'll be in class from 11-3:15. Ugh ugh ugh. If it rains tomorrow my spirits will be seriously pummeled. I have a ten minute walk to my first class. I don't even know where my second one is, but there's a ten minute walk from the first class to the second. Second to third shouldn't be too bad. I have fifteen minutes for a less than five minute walk. Then Wednesday and Friday I only have one class (don't know what I'll do with my spare time yet. Definitely go to the gym to work off all the crap I'm eating tonight.) and Thursday is the same schedule as tomorrow. I won't have my Monday class for another two weeks because of Labor Day. Hooray for putting off text-book buying even longer!

I miss my Mom already. I love seeing her everyday. It's tough not having her with me. My friend stopped by my house after I left to grab an umbrella she'd left, and apparently she refused to go in my room because she'd be too sad. I miss her too. I know you don't want to hear me being sappy, but I hate being away from the people I love. The two people who I feel completely like myself around. I'm starting to see school as where I need to be more than where I'd rather be. I'd rather be home with my mom and my best friend, playing scrabble and talking in fake british accents just for the hell of it. I felt optimism earlier towards this year, and I still have it, I just want to have my cake and eat it too I guess. Mm, cake. There's a little fat lady living inside my stomach, I swear. She's trying to break free, hence why I need to start exercising. Balance out the fat lady and the fit lady I want to be.

Alright I don't have much more to write actually. I'm going to start tired-induced-rambling soon if I don't stop. I'll leave you with an excerpt from a Bare-Naked-Ladies song called "I'll Be that Girl."

Enjoy,

Have a great night,

- NC

If you will not have me as myself,

Perhaps as someone else.

Perhaps as you I'll be worth noticing.

Then even a eunuch won't resist

The magic of a kiss from such as me

I'll be that girl- and you would be right over.

If I were a field, you would be in clover.

If I were the sun, you would be in shadow.

If I had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow.

It's time to kick off your shoes,

Learn how to choose sadness.

It's time to throw off those chains,

Addle our brains with madness.

Cause we've got plenty of time,

To grow old and die.

But when at last your beauty's faded,

You'll be glad that I have waited for you.

School school school

Todays quote is an excerpt from a song...

Sometimes when you're doing simple things around the house Maybe you'll think of me and smile You know I'm tied to you like the buttons on your blouse Keep me in your heart for awhile Hold me in your thoughts, take me to your dreams Touch me as I fall into view When the winter comes keep the fires lit And I will be right next to you

Anyway, I don't have the energy to write a lot tonight. I'm heading back to school tomorrow and have to wake up in about 8 hours to start getting ready. I'm still not used to the idea my summer is over. How could it be over when it feels like it only just started? I guess that's how everything happens in life. Right when you get comfortable everything gets stirred up again. Sigh. I'll probably write from my dorm room tomorrow, unless I'm dead tired which I highly doubt. I'll probably be incapable of falling asleep due to nerves.

I figured out partially why I'm nervous. At home I'm safe. Nothing really changes drastically. I basically know what is going to happen everyday, or at least I can if I choose to for the most part. I don't have that power at school. Anything can happen. It's exciting me and causing me to have an aneurism all at the same time.

I guess we'll have to just wait and see. If anyone has actually started reading this then you better hope my year is interesting so I'll have something to report in these blog posts besides my rambling thoughts.

Thanks for reading,

Wish me luck tomorrow. Damn you if you don't.

Hugs and Kisses.

- NC

Anything can happen child...

I only have two days left at home before I go back to school. I said goodbye to the children I've been watching for over three years now. I obviously couldn't watch them while I was at school last year and it was really tough. It's really hard not being able to watch them grow up. I watched them five days a week this summer and they're honestly like family to me. Going back to school is so much different for me this year. Not to over-exaggerate, but I feel like I'm tearing myself in half. Part of my heart is staying home with my mother, the kids, and my best friend. Last year the newness of college overshadowed what I was missing from home, at least until the end of the year when it started to hit me. I can't feel completely whole anymore because all the things and people I love are spread apart. I know I'll have to deal with this for a majority of my life, but I'd like to think far in the future I'll be able to work and live near the people I love. Nothing will separate us anymore. I'm only an hour from home, too. It seems silly to be thinking about this. 

Hopefully once I'm back at school these blog posts will become less dark haha I'm sure they will.

I don't really have anything else to add today. I have a Shel Silverstein poem to end my post with for today. I hope you enjoy it, and I really hope you know who Shel Silverstein is.

Thanks for reading,

Goodnight

- NC

Listen to the MUSTN'Ts child,

Listen to the DON'Ts.

Listen to the SHOULDN'Ts,

The IMPOSSIBLEs, the WON'Ts.

Listen to the NEVER HAVEs,

Then listen close to me--

Anything can happen child,

ANYTHING can be.

- Shel Silverstein.

Life.

Today was a good day. Instead of spending the whole day with just my mother, my older brother came along. I haven't seen much of my brother this summer. He lives with our father, who I am no longer in contact with, and he started seeing a girl from school, so he has less time on his hands to visit than past summers. My brother and I stopped living together over four years ago. I feel like I know him less every time I see him. A problem we've had our entire lives is not seeing eye-to-eye. Our priorities, sense of humor, and outlook on life are very different. He's always lived behind a veil and once in a great while I get to see beneath it, see the part of my brother I love, but most of the time my image of him is only growing dimmer. Someday I fear I won't know him at all. I know I won't. He told me once how he lost his family too early in his life and he couldn't wait to get married and finally have a real family again. Apparently I'm not enough to constitute family. For me, today was good because I spent it with my family. I'm not sure it meant anything to him. At moments like these, life seems so cruel. Too many times has my brother complained to me about how awful his life is; how hard everything is for him. Someday I want to ask him when it's my turn. When do I get to complain to him and ask him for advice? When do I get to be the little sister whose older brother takes care of her?

I saw the movie "My Sisters Keeper" tonight and it was really sad. I basically cried throughout the movie. I was emotionally exhausted before it ended. I heard the book is better but I can't read the book now. It's just too sad. I did read the first chapter of it once though and Cameron Diaz did not fit the description of the mother, in my opinion. She should stick on comedies because the "mom" roll doesn't suit her. If you rent it I recommend a box of tissues, because it's so sad. The movie really makes you appreciate life and love though.

I'm going to end todays post with a poem. I didn't write this, but it's a good one.

Have a great night and think only of the good things in your life.

Thanks for reading.

- NC

The clock of life is wound but once and no man has the power

To tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour.

To lose one's wealth is sad indeed, to lose one's health is more.

To lose one's soul is such a loss that no man can restore.

The present only is our own, so live, love, toil with a will,

Place no faith in tomorrow-- for the clock may then be still.

Movie Reviews; Adam and Paper Heart

"They didn't really belong there, but there they were." This is todays quote. It's from "Adam." I like the quote because for me it says even if you feel out of place, you're still there. Also, the quote comes from my favorite scene of the movie in which Beth and Adam are sitting in central park late at night, watching a family of raccoons. Beth asks Adam what the raccoons are doing in central park and he says "well, they don't really belong here, but there they are." I think he's sort of referring to himself and his own condition. Like, the world he lives in wasn't made for someone like him, but there he is.

The movie "Adam" was wonderful to say the least. It was heart-warming with a touch of humor and a lot of humanity. Hugh Dancy plays Adam and he does an amazing job. There was nothing that bothered me about this movie or left me expecting/wanting more. It ended the way it needed to end, and it wasn't even a fairy-tale ending. I really loved this movie, it was just so sweet. You almost get lost in Adams innocence and fragility. I highly recommend seeing this.

"Paper Heart" on the other-hand wasn't worth the money I spent to see it. While Michael Cera is as cute as ever in the film, it just wasn't good enough. It didn't make the cut for me. My friend and I were the only people in the theatre, which was fun, but the fun sort of ended there. The movie had good intentions but bad follow-through. I think it had to do with the main character. She was sweet but seemed so much younger than she actually is and was also slightly annoying.

Anyway, that's really all I have for today. I still have lots of packing to do and tomorrow is my day with my Mom.

So farewell until tomorrow night,

Sleep well and sweet dreams.

Yours truly,

- NC

"I try to live in the now... where the ghosts of old wrongs do not abide."

Todays quote:

"I try to live in the now... where the ghosts of old wrongs do not abide."

The quote is actually said by Captain Nemo in "The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen." I find it to be good advice in most cases. I personally try really hard not to linger in the past, asking myself what I could have done differently. I do feel haunted from time to time.

In my first post I was reluctant to telling my age, but in this post I'm afraid the topic I want to discuss requires me to. In one week I'm leaving home again for another year of college. This summer I expected myself to be excited by this time, because besides some broken hearts and bad friendships, I really enjoyed being at school. However, I guess regardless of whether or not I'm in grade school or college, I'll always get a sinking feeling knowing my summer is over. I spent this summer trying to escape certain pieces of reality; mainly everything that had hurt me last year in school. I do feel rejuvenated, and a week ago I felt ready to go back but I don't know if I'm ever really ready for anything. It will be good for me to move back to school again. I'm far too comfortable sitting around at home. As another movie quote states "I never really know how much I miss being home until I've been somewhere really different."

College is fun and I want my college education and the school I'm at is exactly where I want to be for it. I just don't like being away from my Mom. She's my heart and when I don't have her near me I feel thrown off. Sometimes I can be irrational and usually she's the person who reasons with me. Tells me when I'm in the wrong or overreacting. She knows me better than anyone else, and that's saying something because most of the time I'm not even sure I know myself. As much as I hate leaving her, I have to. When she talks about all the things she didn't do, all her regrets, it makes me feel sad, almost guilty. When I'm older and I'm married with my own daughter, I want to tell her about all my adventures. I want to tell her how hard I worked to get to where I am.

And the gateway to my dreams is through college. Sometimes I guess you have to leave a piece of yourself behind in order to get the things you really want. Anyway, next year has a lot of exciting prospects to it. I'm in a new residence hall and I have all new classes. Including a film class and a creative writing class. Writing has always been my greatest passion and I'm hoping my teacher sees I have talent. I don't have enough credits to be in the class but the teacher admitted me after reading something I'd written. If I'm lucky, I'll learn a lot from my teacher. Same goes for film. If you're reading this, know someday you could say you once read the blog of an oscar winner or a best-selling author. Fingers Crossed. I read my old year book the other day and I never realized how many people wrote about how successful I would be someday. It restored some faith in myself.

I have to wake up early for work tomorrow, so I should really go to bed.

Thanks for listening.

Until tomorrow,

- NC

Poem for thought

I'm not sure who wrote this poem, but I found it on my computer. I might try to post a poem or quote everyday now, because I like poems and quotes. I also like sharing them. So here's todays...

To the sands of the west

I gladly bequest

My problems

My worries

My soul

Sift through your sunshine

And lend me more time

To live

To laugh

To be whole

If you know who wrote that I'd be happy to give credit where it's due.

Thanks for reading,

- NC

Can I travel back in time and see a different movie?

I just finished reading the book "Confessions of a Shopaholic" (which was completely different from the movie, by the way) and I'm so bummed! Right when it was getting good, it ended! I'm a sucker for trashy romance/beach novels and there was limited romance in the book! The male-interest in the book was so handsome and dashing, and yet Rebecca doesn't even end up with him until the very end! Maybe my desire for love in books comes from a subconscious desire to live through other peoples love-lives. Who knows. All I know is, I wanted to know more about where there relationship goes, just a little more. I know there are sequels to the book but I don't want to hear more about her love of shopping and financial issues.

If you're looking for a good, spicy, dramatic book like the one I wished Shopaholic was, then read a book by Alisa-Valdes-Rodriguez. Her books are awesome and full of sex, romance, and friendship. The perfect combination for good reading, in my opinion.

I'm always sad when a good book ends though, especially if it's abruptly. Like if the author throws in a few pages at the end of the book dedicated to their other books or something, so instead of getting more story I just get ads and authors notes I don't really want to read. 

Maybe my sadness towards the book closing has to do with my own story. I always look at my life as having chapters, and in a little over a week a new one will start for me. Sometimes it's exciting to start a new chapter, sometimes it's sad. My childhood is like a whole separate story though, and I'm sad it's over. I'm afraid of growing old and feeling a haze on my adult life. Maybe there won't be one. Maybe I'll be lucky.

My next chapter is scaring me a little. I have such a good feeling about it, like great things lie ahead. However, such optimism scares the shit out of me because it can all go away in a second. I guess I can't live being afraid of the future, right?

I really like writing here, even if no one is reading. It's nice to feel like I'm talking to someone. Usually when I write in my journal, I'm only writing to myself to clear my head. Now I'm putting myself out there a little more, and sharing my thoughts with the world. Well, since no one has read this besides me, the world isn't really involved yet. But maybe someday.

I saw "The Time Travelers Wife" today and I was a little disappointed. The trailer had seemed so nice and romantic, and in spite of people telling me it looked horrible, I still went to see it. And it wasn't horrible. It wasn't really anything, except interesting. I'd never buy it and I don't really plan on renting it. It was nice though. Rachel McAdams was as beautiful as ever and I do love her as an actress. The movie followed his life more than her though and I wish it had followed hers, since the title of the movie does refer to her. It ended up being a sad movie, but I learned nothing from it. At least in 500 Days of Summer I felt like I'd gotten something out of watching it.

Anyway, I think I've emptied my head out enough for tonight.

Thanks for reading, if anyone is.

Good night and good luck.

- NC

Are strangers really strangers?

Earlier, I randomly found myself thinking about the way everyone is connected. A person you bump into on the street could someday end up being your boss, your friend, or even your spouse. My orientation leader my freshman year of college seemed nice enough, although I barely spoke to her. I remember thinking how she looked like a girl from my hometown. She gave everyone in our group her phone number; her name was Casey. Well, at the end of the school year I went through the contacts of my phone and for a good week went around asking all my friends "who the hell is Casey?" Not too long after that, my guy "friend" (we really pushed the boundaries of friendship...) started dating someone and didn't tell me. His new girlfriend was Casey, my orientation leader who's number was in my phone. When I met her, I never would have thought we'd end up connected in anyway except to say "hey, she was my orientation leader."

My other random connection was my senior year of high school. This girl I never really talked to, I ended up sitting alone with one day at lunch and she told me all about how she'd cheated on her boyfriend, how he had broken up with her, and how much she wanted him back. Months later a friend of mine at the time brought a couple guys she knew to dinner with us. One kept talking about his crazy ex-girlfriend, who I later figured out was the girl who had vented to me in the cafeteria, and he was the guy she had cheated on. I ended up becoming really good friends with him, such good friends that my other friends became jealous and turned their backs on me. If someone had told me early in the school year that in six months the girl in the cafeterias ex-boyfriend would become someone I loved and lost three of my friends over, I probably would have laughed at first. Then nodded and said " yeah, that sounds like me."

I really think everything happens for a reason though. if Casey hadn't dated my friend I would have kept holding on to a really unhealthy relationship. Same goes for the second situation. If that guy hadn't come into my life, I wouldn't have been able to leave home as easily. I would have felt tied to three people who weren't ready to grow up.

Think about the things that have happened in your life, and how they've changed you, what good they've brought, and where you'd be if they hadn't happened.

I'm going to see The Time Travelers Wife this afternoon, and hopefully I'll have a good review for it.

Till next time,

-NC

You have to believe that life is more than the sum of its parts,"

Tonight I watched a movie called "The United States of Leland." It stars Ryan Gosling as Leland, a 16 year old boy who murdered a special needs boy named Ryan. Leland is very sweet, lovable, and yet troubled. He takes in the emotions of the people around him, and has started to lose faith in the possibility of love and happiness.

The movie was great. In spite of how sad it was, and how much I wanted Leland to somehow be innocent, the acting, the story, the filming, the writing; everything was done well. It was a remarkable, original story. I'm honestly shocked by how much I loved Leland by the end of the movie. It reminded me of when I saw "In Cold Blood" and also saw the good in the criminal. However, this case was much different than "In Cold Blood" because Leland didn't brutally murder anyone. He wasn't looking to hurt anyone. 

The movie really got me thinking about mistakes. I've heard a million times how everyone makes them, but to be honest whenever I make a big one, I feel like I'm the only person in the world who ever has. I feel as if I could have prevented myself from doing wrong. It's almost like I want to believe I'm the only one, maybe to minimize the amount of evil I'm aware exists in the world.

I found out recently that an old couple who lived down the street from me as a child, a couple I was fond of, were unhappy together. Separately they are both nice people, but apparently they don't love each other. The husband once brought home the women he was cheating with. I'm always relieved when I meet couples who are still happy together, even after being married for 50 years. It's refreshing, and sadly an uncommon occurrence.

I'll end my post for today with a passage from the movie. I really recommend seeing it.

Good night.

- NC

"The worst part is knowing that there is goodness in people. Mostly it stays deep down and buried. Maybe we don't have God because we're scared of the bad stuff. Maybe we're really scared of the good stuff. Because if there's no God, well, that means it's inside of us and we could be good all the time if we wanted. So when we do bad things, it'd be because we want to or because we have to. Or maybe we just need the bad stuff to remind us what the good stuff is in the first place."- The United States of Leland

A good day

I'm happy to report, today was a really good day. I got my hair done and got a lot of necessary shopping done. I love getting new clothes, but unlike the stereotypical woman, it exhausts me to shop. I wish someone else knew exactly what clothes I like and could just bring me tons of things to try on. 

I'll keep dreaming...

I don't really have any good updates for today. BUT I can't resist not being a slight bummer, so I'll post a poem I wrote which isn't great, but it will suffice to keep up with the sad undertow of my blogs thus far.

You've been dancing around,

inside my head

Now the time is up;

those dreams are dead.

The memories I held,

have been erased

Without a frown,

upon this face.

The chains are broken;

my mind is clear.

I'm free from thoughts

of you, my dear.

However, I must admit

I will always feel a pain

For in loving you, I gave my heart.

And it will never be the same.

Enjoy!

I hope your day was full of love and happiness.

Until tomorrow,

- NC

How about 500+ days of me?

So, I just saw 500 Days of Summer and it was definitely worth the 10 dollars I spent to see it. However, as a romantic failure I have to tell you, the movie has a way of ripping open old wounds. The main character Tom, is sweet and cynically funny throughout the movie. Summer is also a wonderful character, who I spent the entire movie wanting to hate. It's impossible to hate either of them though because both characters are just so painfully real. 

Don't read what I"m about to say if you have any intention of seeing the movie and like to be surprised.

At the end Tom runs into Summer at "his" spot over-looking the city. During their conversation Tom asks her how she could marry someone else when she had told him she never wanted to be in a relationship. This brought back old memories for me. This past year I had a friend I was head over heels for, tell me his ex-girlfriend, who he had been with for six years, still had his heart and he didn't know how to get it back. Those words still run through my mind from time to time, mocking me. I truly believed him and thought that was the reason he would never be with me. Not too long after, he started seeing someone. Apparently he had gotten his heart back. I wasn't as close to him as Tom was to Summer, but I still wish I could see my friend someday and ask him, why wasn't it me? I thought I had the question answered before I turned around one day and saw him kissing her. All my excuses shattered in a split second and I doubt I'll ever find the courage to ask why.

Anyway, I did laugh during the movie in spite of how depressed I may seem now. It's really a good movie and I'm pretty critical. So go see it and let me know if you're as romantically devastated as I am after seeing it. The actor who plays Tom is SO adorable though, he's grown into quite the man since his time on 3rd rock from the sun, and his part in 10 Things I Hate About You. So I'd like to ask him, as my title states, "How about 500+ days of me?" 

After the movie I really wanted to drive to the beach and lay on the sand (kind of a hobby of mine). However, being alone on a dark beach at night is a not-so-good idea but when I looked through my phone I didn't have anyone to invite. I could find someone to see a movie with or go out to eat, but I don't know anyone anymore who shares my love for staring into space. It's a lonely feeling.

Alright well, I think I've bummed myself out enough, and you, for one night. I'm on vacation from work this week, and tomorrow might be a beach day. Hooray! Beach days are always happy, right? We shall see.

Goodnight,

Farewell,

Sweet dreams.

-NC

Hello.

I've created this blog to give myself a more public way of emptying out the abundance of thoughts occupying my mind everyday. At this point I imagine no one will read this anytime soon, maybe no one will read it ever. I'm happy never knowing the reality of my blogging situation. If you do happen upon my ramblings and manage to read this very sentence, then thank you. 

Anyway, I've just decided not to describe myself to you. I think it's better to remain mystery; keeps things interesting. This way, to you I could be 20, 40, 80 or 100 years old. Although I think it's safe to assume I'm not the latter ages. If you want to picture me as a 90 year old computer competent grandma, then by all means, go ahead! 

Today I went to a family gathering, my grandmothers family, which is always an adventure to say the least. First, we got lost on our way there and I swear we drove past ten antique stores on the same exact road. Why do Mainers like antique stores so much? I live in a suburb of Boston and I think we might have one antique store downtown... actually it might have closed. When I was little and we'd go to Maine to visit my grandparents, my parents would make us stop at antique stores on our way home, but it never struck me as odd. It only struck me as boring at the time. I don't have anything against antiques, but really, how many stores do you need to sell old crap?

Once we got to my moms cousins house, we had a nice time. I watched my mom's 47 year old cousin jumping on a mini-moon bounce with her 9 year old nieces. The funny part was, the action didn't phase a single person there. Then again, every woman there had their attention on the three week old baby. My mom's female cousins,who normally throw the family events, are usually so tense and panicky, and yet in the presence of the baby they're suddenly smiling and cooing at her. I couldn't stop watching the babies father whenever he was holding her. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He kept pulling her close to his face and nuzzling her. His older daughter was there too and even with her, he was so loving. There was no doubt he loved his children. Whenever his wife needed help, he was there without her even having to ask. He just wanted to help. I truly believe there's no love stronger than between a parent and their child. Or at least there shouldn't be. I don't necessarily believe we're taught how to love, but how much your parents love you definitely plays a role in how desperate you are for affection in the future. 

I base this theory off myself in some ways. My mother and I have always been very close, my father and I never have. I don't even speak to my father anymore. He's been pretty much out of my life since I was thirteen. I don't regret my decision to disconnect from him, however I do see the consequences of our poor relationship in my interactions with men now. When I think about past friendships, the ones I'm the most hurt over are the ones with men, and the ones I'm most angry about concern fights I had with women OVER men. A male friend of mine once told me to never let a guy know I need him. The problem is, I feel most comfortable when I have a guy in my life, whether he's just a friend or someone I'm dating. So, without meaning to I must give off the "I need you around" vibe. It concerns me that I'm actually getting used to men leaving me; I anticipate it.

However, I also believe changing friends is a part of being young. My best friend is my Mom, my other best friends are women. Maybe the next man who comes in my life will be a great one. Or maybe not, as long as I'm having fun, right?

Anyway, to get back to more positive things...

I am (hopefully) going to see "500 Days of Summer" tomorrow and will post my review or "not-so professional" opinion on here. Blah blah blah. It's midnight and I fear continuation of this blog will result in even more excessive rambling. Therefore, I must end it here and bid you goodnight.

So, goodnight bloggers everywhere.

Have a great Monday,

- NC