Storytime

When I was in college - the first time around - one of my roommates freshman year was a girl named Sharon; she had this awesome ability to turn any single word into a great story about her life. We used to take turns just saying random words back and forth until she jumped in with a story. We called this storytime and it was a great activity that the 3 of us (we were in a triple) would play before bed. Anyway, one of my personal favorites went something like this:

Libby: Banana!
Danielle: Monkey!
Libby: Tiger!
Sharon: OH! I have a story about a tiger! One time we were at the zoo, and my dad's hat fell off into the giraffe exhibit.

I've just realized that I've become some weird(er) version of this game because I can take anything (like, say, bumper cars) and turn it into a reference or story about my boyfriend. I should probably be kinder to people who drive me crazy by talking about nothing but their wedding or kids or whatever, sometimes I just want to smack people and remind them that there is more to life, but I guess I am guilty of it too.

Things I talk about on this blog:
David
College
Baseball

That's pretty much it. I'm going to try to start blogging about something that does not fit into one of those 3 categories at least once a week, or at least something that only loosely fits into one of those categories. It's a good goal but I'm not sure if I will be able to stick to it; to be honest, it will probably last about two weeks. But whatever, goals are fun, and I have a lot of free time these days.