Favorite Waffles

Ever notice this cute little guy up there?

He's called a "favicon."

Do you want one like him? Of course you do.

Step one. Log into Google Blogger
Step two. Go to the "design" dashboard
Step three. Go to the "layout" tab.
Step four. Locate a the "favicon" module.
Step five. Click edit.
Step six. Follow directions.

Have fun!

Love waffles... I mean blogging! Yeah... blogging...

Meta-blogging! Fun phrase, no? Annnyywaayy moving on...

Blogging, to me, has been a double edged sword. I think it draws out more of who I actually am as a writer, in contrast to other styles, where my speech is more reserved and refined. In blogging, often, I let my manic side take over naturally.

Often I find myself writing emails in this fashion... even talking in an "off-the-cuff" style that is atypical for me. While I find this to be helpful at times, other times I find myself wondering whether or not, this blog style of writing could be detrimental to my long-term writing skills. Much in the same way Ebonics creates shortcuts that create communication barriers with stereotypes, blogging accepts a less ridged forum that may be seen by others as too informal and simply silly.

I've never been so divided on a writing style. To be honest, I don't think I've ever really formed much of an opinion on ANY writing styles... so I am certainly happy I tried this in any case.

Personally, blogging has helped my writing. After all you know what they say, "Write drunk, edit sober." Writing blogs has helped me be more creative, even without creative substances.... which is DEFINITELY a good thing.

It should also be noted, as alluded to before in my third paragraph... the skills garnered from blogging extend beyond the writing sphere into speech. Blogging cultivates an area of the mind built off of whim and impulses. This makes, in my mind, blogging a dangerous writing tool... as it has the ability to change not only the writing of a character, but also the character of an individual.

Waffles waffles waffley waffles. Waffles in syrup, waffles in butter, dear waffle waffle I will always be your lover!

Waffles are Cute

So basically, I love peer reviews. Why? Because I love to talk. I'm a pretty talkative person and I think everyone deserves to have the blessing of hearing my opinions. Also, occasionally I like listening to the opinions of others, but only if they are given in a humble manner. I expect all of my peers to kneel over to my superior writing finesse. Did I mention I have bipolar awesomeness? Most people call it bipolar disorder... at least the DSMV-IV does. lolololol. Not really... I don't actually have that. I just enjoy acting manic.

Back to the peer review thing... I like my peers. They're pretty sexy. Especially when we review together. My favorite part is making people go off tangent. Because we have a small group, this is easier to do. After we've covered the necessities of the discussion about our papers, I like to talk about peoples personal lives. I find people fascinating... because people are fascinating. Seriously. You're pretty self centered if you don't think the major point of a peer review is learning about someone else. Who cares about the paper? Honestly. The paper... is just that. A piece of paper. The more interesting piece is the piece of work sitting in front of you, the person.

Now I know many of you may not agree... this is probably too great a concept to grasp.. that someone ELSE might actually be of interest.

I think in all aspects of interaction we all need to take a step back and appreciate what little actions allow in the view of a greater image of a person.


I figure I should talk about it about the actual peer review last week to avoid losing points or something. Ummm Thorton is an excellent peer reviewer... (if you're reading this Thorton pay attention! ILY). Thorton's reviews to me at least, come off as chill and laid back.... and THAT'S A GOOD THING! Thorton has the talent of letting you know what's up without being an asshole. And Ken... those Pockies..... I want some more. They were so good. I have me eating them as my profile picture on Facebook. NOM NOMONOM. That being said, your review was good as well. You're an interesting person. I want to learn more about you.


I really like baby kittens. They're cute.

So are waffles.

Goodnight.

Forget the Batter, Remember the Waffles

Please take me by the hand
It's so cold out tonight
I'll put blankets on the bed
I won't turn out the light
Just don't forget to think about me
And I won't forget you
I'll write you once a week she said
-Going Away to College, Blink 182

 I hope all of you have at LEAST heard this song. It's pretty awesome. Speaking of awesome, so is college.

As you may or may not recall, I am a community college transfer student. For the past two years I have been living in a world of semi-independence. Not entirely "out of the house," but certainly not entirely in it. I've already done many of the passing rights of a college student, but I am starting to learn just how more this is to learn.

RIGHT now, I'm sitting in our living room. It's pretty big for a dorm room (I live in Miltimore now). One guy, an RA is sitting across for me singing "I've got a feeling that I never knew I had before..." Another is sitting on the couch, texting, also singing. Another is sitting holding a girl. The final one is playing Call of Duty Modern Warfare 3.


I just took a break... and two more girls have shown up.

... And since someone mentioned having a point

... It's time to tie this all in.

I already have a lot of hard experience learning about independence. Self-discipline is invaluable. Sometimes it's not easy to make the right decision. To party or finish an English Blog? And there are many tougher choices out there. Living three hours away from home, completely separated from your family, for the first time, is different... even difficult.

It's a time to develop new habits, good habits. A time not to look back.
But at the same time remember the good things about where you came from.
"I'll write you once a week she said."

I will always remember the waffles I use to make.... in that yellow bowl. That beautiful yellow bowl.