Housekeeping -- Updates and all that other stuff

I read somewhere -- probably on pinterest (I'm hyper-addicted to that site) -- that if a writer were to write a story a week, the likelihood of him/her writing 52 bad stories is very low. So I've decided that starting next week, I'm going to write one story per week. Now, this is the part where I warn you all that these stories will likely be random, romantical, and awkward -- just like me. But a challenge is a challenge and I'm determined to write a story a week until July 13, 2015. (I picked that date at random; it just seems like as good a place as any to end my 52 story challenge.)

Also, seeing as June 16, 2014 marked the end of last year's challenge (wearing red lipstick every day for a year), I will update this blog with a post on my feelings regarding my year of brightly coloured lips. Oh la la. Poisson rouge, indeed.

Now that summer has finally decided to make its stay permanent, I feel a lot lighter. Summer is usually a happy time for me, despite the fact I loathe the sun. But I know that despite Mel's move to Vancouver, the rest of summer will go on without a glitch. I have a trip to Montreal to look forward to; I have countless patio nights to look forward to; I have long days and short nights ahead of me. Life is good when it's summer time. And, to be quite honest, who the fuck cares about the shitty parts? I'm not going to dwell on them.

Having said all that, here are my predictions for summer 2014:
  1. I'll get another short short short haircut.
  2. I'll watch Brazil win the 2014 World Cup.
  3. My trip to Montreal will be EPIC.
  4. I'm going to cry at Mark and Jen's wedding...
  5. ... And at Carmela and Pasquale's...
  6. I'll plan a trip to Vancouver.
  7. I'll watch at least two live soccer matches.
And yeah. I'll admit that a teeny tiny part of me is sad because some things didn't go as I'd hoped they would last summer, but for the most part, I'm ecstatic at the prospect of having a brand new summer in which I get to do whatever I want.

Life is good.

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