Hoohah!

So I thought I'd graduate from ye old myspace blog and go to a grown-up blog. Kind of like starting out on baby food and then growing up to adult food. hehe

I'm currently attending UNLV at nights and working during the days. I don't really like either of those. I'd rather sleep during the day and party at night. Or something like that.

Anyway, now that I have you captive, I'm going to subject you to my deepest, darkest, richest and creamiest thoughts. Speaking of rich and creamy, I don't know why I named my blog that. I was casting about, thinking of what I could possibly name my blog. Just as I was about to name it something lame like "From the Mind of Mel", I saw the words "Slow Churned Rich and Creamy" on my popsicle stick after I finished my cookies & cream ice cream on a stick. Voila! Funny! Creamy! Rich! Wooooo! How do I love me? Let me count the ways.

Over that.

Just some thoughts before I get ready for bed or whatever. (It is a weeknight and I have been late to work every day for the past...year. Oops.)

It's the beginning of September, and while it's still 101 degrees out, I can feel the change in the air. Stop laughing, I do. Where did the year go? I swear it was just January and I was resuming school after a semester break. I was going to get A's in both of my classes. I was going to get back into shape, get back into my four days a week gym schedule. I was going to (attempt) to date more, be more friendly, be good to the poor, clean my room once in a while, and go to Europe.

Well, that got shot to hell. Although, I did go on some dates with two, count them TWO, guys and even kissed one of them, so I guess that counts for something. I didn't get back into my workout schedule, I can't remember the last time I cleaned my room, and I didn't get A's in my classes. However, a friend said that I was pleasant to be around, and while I can't quite believe it, another friend confirmed that first friend did say that and there was no sarcasm involved.

I just interrupted my blogging (which, even I have to say, is kind of boring at this point) to eat a piece of my birthday cake. You were a good cake, Clyde. Never should have named you.

I'm going to go now. I promise next post will be more interesting. No really, I do promise. What, you don't believe me? I don't know why you hate me. I'm so delightful.

Okay, no really, I'm leaving. No, this is my blog. You leave. But you're coming back right? Please?

I'm delirious. I'm out.

Boo-yah.