Hello world! Long time no see!
How have the past 2+ years been for you? Mine have been both eventful and mundane, but such is the life of a 20-something, right? I've decided to attempt to resurrect this blog for a few reasons:
1. My hilarious thoughts should probably be written down once in a while. It's getting very full inside my head!
2. There are always a few social/political/pointless issues that I would like to discuss, and this lonely blog seems like my best option.
3. The name of the blog is "There's more to life than music," which I created in my collegiate angst and longing to get outside of the music building. I wanted an outlet for discussing and dreaming about anything and everything unrelated to what I was doing every single hour of every single day. I considered changing the name before making this post, but the truth is...I'm now living my life completely away from the music building and almost completely away from music (I now work for a cute swimwear company) and so I think I owe it to my old, boxed-in self to keep the name and write about life on the outside. If anything, the name of this blog probably rings more true now than it did before. So it's about time that I started actually covering the topics of the (now) non-musical adventures I always hoped to have.
Now, lets be honest. I realize that the only people that will read this are my mother, maybe my boss, and hopefully the future Mr. Motz (only because if there's a man out there willing to regularly read this, he MUST be my husband). But that's fine. Maybe one day I'll write a genius post about the ins and outs of cat-ownership or how to find $4 dresses at GAP and it will go viral and I'll make the big times. Maybe I'll even be offered a sweet journalism gig writing nothing about nothing, Seinfeld style, but until then, welcome back to my little corner of the internet. Here are some visual updates for you:
A picture of my new (to the blog) cat:
His name his Henry. He enjoys asking for food, using his head to encourage me to put my phone away, and waiting for me to wake up.
A picture of my new (AKA: LAST WEEK) haircut, complete with bangs:
Hello, 4th grade. Nice to see you again. I haven't had bangs like these since I was 10 (which was my definition of a big girl age) and begged my mom to let me grow them out. You can find the last known documentation at my parents' house. Also, thank goodness for plaid season. Am I right?
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