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I hadn't been posting all that regularly before because I didn't think anybody was actually paying attention. Also, because I just didn't have anything to say.  But now that I know that my charming sister, BioKatie, has been checking every day,¹ I feel compelled to update more often. And so, dear readers,² I will make an effort to post…something every…so often, even if I don’t have anything to say.³

So today’s rambling nonsense is this:

I hate Word’s obsession with automatically numbering things.  If I want to number things, I will do it myself.  I’m a big girl, Word, I can (usually) count, and I’m not afraid of typing out the numbers myself. If I want your help, I will ask for it.  I just don’t always like the formatting they include with their automatic numbering, and I don’t always want it for whatever I’m numbering.  It’s very frustrating when I try to number things by myself, Word butts in, and won’t let me do things my way.  You’re a computer program, Word.  What makes you think you know what I want better than I do?

A testament to my laziness:  I’ve taken to only eating things I can consume with my fingers or chopsticks so I don’t have to wash my forks.  This includes, but is not limited to: peanut butter on toast, boiled eggs, pears straight from the jar (so I don’t have to wash a bowl, either), pasta, potato wedges, pizza, and, of course, Chinese take-out.  Why All-Unied sent me one set of silverware but ten pairs of chopsticks, I’ll never know, but it certainly makes my life more interesting.

The kitchen smells like fish.  I am not okay with this situation.

I just found my last Fruit Roll-Up in the back of one of my desk drawers.  I’d say I’m torn between saving it as a reward for finishing my last paper, but I’m pretty sure it’s going to become my dinner tonight.⁴

I have recently been convinced to get a tumblr. I have a problem with naming things, though.  Every time I open a new account (email, fanfiction, blog, et cetera), I agonize over choosing my username, password, and title (if applicable), and after weeks of thought, I’m still never happy after.⁵  So, to the ones of people reading this, do you have any ideas for my tumblr to be called?

Hum…I think that’s it.  For now.

1. I imagine her sitting down at her computer everyday, asking, “Has she updated yet? Damn.” And then when I do actually post something she’s all, “Yes! She updated!!!” and eagerly reads every detail of the post, glad that her patience has finally paid off.  Like a puppy waiting for belly scratchies.

2. I say “readers” plural just in case there’s somebody else out there reading with my sister.

3. Don’t you just love my specificity?  I don’t know how often I’ll actually write.  I might be too busy or too boring to bother.  I might forget.  But I’ll try to be more frequent and more interesting than I have been.

4. Or, you know, part of it, anyway.

5. Or I get crap from other people about it.  Take this blog, for instance.  I named it “Haunting Thoughts” because I created it for a class wherein we were reading ghost stories and whatnot.  I thought it was clever.  But everyone just gives me this look that says “really?  Well, aren’t you all angsty and plagued by your super deep musings.  Will we be seeing you at any poetry readings in the near future? Maybe one in a basement where everyone lounges on pillows in the dark and you wear a beret and somebody plays the bongo while you soulfully pontificate on the trauma of your birth?”  Well, you know what, Judgmental World?  You can take your poetry reading and shove it up your bongoed ass.  I like my clever title, dammit.