NoVa has cows too...kinda

In an effort to combat my extreme irritation at youtube failing to load rando videos that I waste a majority of my time watching, I find myself writing this post. I'm home for Memorial Day weekend, in my room, with ridiculously bad internet - thanks to my brother who is playing call of duty online and freezing the router or whatever computer lingo correctly summarizes the decrease in connection bars at the top of my screen.

I have go to say, as much as I dislike the impersonal, overcrowded not-suburbia-not-a-city feel to NoVa, my favorite part of the drive home is hitting 66. Hands down. Cville driving drives me insane. Literally. For one thing, you can't speed - a). because every 5 seconds you hit a light and b). because there is nowhere far enough away to even allow you to accelerate. For another thing, there is something strangely beautiful about traffic. And merging. Not that I particularly enjoy sitting in it, but I do like the idea of collectivity of everyone being in their own little universe (their car). And of course, there is a therapeutic nature to driving that you just can't get in Cville. I also enjoy the much wider variety of license plates and bumper stickers that are up in NoVa. Sorry Cville, although you might be winning on scenery (except go 20 miles on 50 and you can see them in Middleburg). Oh and speaking about aggressive driving, it's Indy 500 Weekend! Bring on the crashes.

So I've been home for about 10 hours, and where's the first place I drove to? Dairy Queen. Some things just never change.

Ok I'm going back to youtube, hopefully the internet cooperates.

The truth about cupcakes

So, if you're following this you know by now that I am not the greatest when it comes to keeping this blog. I try, I really do. And by try I mean that every once in a while I think about the fact that I have said blog and that I don't update it, and this often inspires me to log on and do something about it. The only problem with this logic is that it requires that I actually physically complete the action. And then updating is a fail, per usual.

I was reflecting on the idea of the blog itself and all these internet sites where people can express themselves via autobiographical accounts of what they do, what they think about life. It's an interesting thing. One the one hand, it's kind of fun to put yourself out there in a seemingly anonymous way (altho how many "the internet is not your friend" lectures did i sit through during high school? thanks teej administration, glad to know you care). I even recently, due to the efforts of my best friend, got myself a tumblr. I didn't even know what tumblr was. And now that I have one I must admit it's 1 billion times better than blogging. It requires virtually no effort. Oh you internet enthusiasts, you can check mine out at www.laughingandlavender.tumblr.com.

Perhaps a bit tangential, but has anyone ever noticed that there are an infinite amount of pictures of CUPCAKES in the world? This drives me insane. Since when were cupcakes such a big deal? I literally log onto this newfangled tumblr that I psuedo-understand (figured out how to reblog the pictures, my work is done) and every 4th picture is of cupcakes. It is borderline ridiculous. Cupcakes arranged in geometric formations, cupcakes with all types of icings, cupcakes with weird frosting designs (weirdest I have scene - cupcakes that look like mustaches?). I should start a tumblr just reblogging pictures of cupcakes, then this trend would be more apparent. The other big winner is macarons. Yeah, I didn't know what they were either. Oh and true love being separated by supreme heartache...which actually might be the root cause of the occurrence of cupcakes. Something to ponder.

So now that I have expressed my deepest, most perplexing thoughts about the internet, I hereby emphasize my point of why I don't blog that often. Just look what comes out! A rant about people blogging about baked goods. Oh the facets of my mind.

In other news about my life, I'm in Cville until August - which is how I have so much time to be bombarded by confectionary creations and update this electronic gem of a blog. My stats class might be the most monotonous, least intellectually stimulating thing I've done in a while - but it is entertaining. Some of the mathematical incompetence is just genius. I, in true Stueben form, laugh unabated. Good times.

It has been fun to see pictures of all the people who went to beachweek from UVA, and although I didn't go it does bring back memories of beachweek 2009 in Corolla at the Multiculturalism House. Quite an experience, not sure is the strangeness and epicness can ever be replicated and subsequently surpassed.

I bought a pair of athletic shoes. Yes. This actually happened. And I wear them in all their white and blue glory (it's nice to have two feet again, that boot was the worst thing ever).

Ok, now even I am getting bored writing about my life so I am gonna wrap it up for now. And remember, think twice next time before you buy cupcakes. I hear the cake market could really use a boost.