In true Sprouls fashion, I have decided to jump on the New Year's Resolution Bandwagon 12 days after the New Year and 8 days after everyone really cares to know about it stopped caring to know about it.
Also, in true Sprouls fashion, I've made the title of this post the length of your average Harry Potter novel. But that doesn't matter. What matters is that I've made a couple important resolutions that actually will be affecting this blog (not counting the obvious one to try and post and keep in touch with you guys more than seven times a year), as well as a few personal ones that I am debating having written in large letters on my wall, Animal Farm-style (although I might become a piggy leader of oppression, and that's just taking this whole massive ego thing WAAAAAAY too far).
So here is my generic New Years Resolutions blog post.
It's been six months since I've updated this blog. It's 12:08 on a Wednesday night (Thursday Morning?), and I'm skyping my friend Juliet and she tells me "I haven't checked your blog in forever."
To which I, in the most professional and intelligible way possible, responded with "Well crap."
So here I am. But where have I been? Hell, where haven't I been? I've been friggin' everywhere.
Except Mars. Haven't really gone there yet. Or Florida. Or, if we're just talking about these last three weeks, my house. See, I had myself a bit of a busy semester and upon my triumphant (read: not triumphant) return to the glorious (read: not glorious) state of Minnesota, I looked at my one true friend and have been sleeping with her since I got here.