Inaugural Post

I had been toying with the idea of writing a blog for a little while now.  My reasonings for finally getting one:

a. I have many (important) thoughts, and I enjoy writing.
b. This will give me something to do that doesn't involve rowing, school, or Facebook.
c. Maybe my blog will be SO good that it will turn into a book deal and eventual biopic.

So many pros to getting a blog!  The only major con that has been holding me back thus far is that I'm a bit self-critical.  Already I've read over these past few sentences about a dozen times and thought "I'm bored.  This is boring!  Who will want to read this crap?"  Well, my mom probably still will, if she can figure out how to navigate here (she only recently learned that the world of the internet expanded beyond her Yahoo! email account).  But that barely counts anyway.

I suppose I will just keep telling myself that I am writing this blog for myself and not for the fame, fortune and notoriety that so many bloggers receive..

It took me about an hour to think of a title for this thing.  Eventually, I ended up ripping off the title of my favorite 80s movie (Fast Times at Ridgemont High--cinema at its finest) because it is both a cool name, AND has many possible meanings.  "Fast times" could refer to my blazing fast erg scores (I wish) since I am a rower here at Michigan.  Or it could refer to how time is passing by so fast (I'm already almost halfway through my fifth year here).  Or something else entirely!   The possibilities are endless.

After that decision was finally made, I moved onto my next conundrum.  Currently I'm having a hard time deciding whether or not to buy this cashmere scarf off of ruelala for $30 ($38 including shipping).  Thoughts anybody?

Pros:  I like the color.  I love cashmere things.  I live in a state where winter lasts for 6 months out of the year (more or less) so I will have plenty of opportunities to wear it.  ~$40 for a cashmere scarf (that was apparently originally $75) is a steal.

Cons:  I shop too much and fear becoming a shopaholic.  I hate paying $8 for shipping just on principle alone.  I should probably save money.

I know I must sound like a spoiled brat because I'm acting like this is my most pressing problem.  I can live with that.  Don't worry I have real!complicated!life! problems too.  Unfortunately it's a lot harder to solve issues like figuring out what to do with my life, how my 2-year relationship figures into this equation, and how I'm going to stay financially afloat once the UofM athletic department stops giving me scholarship money all in one concise blog post.

This post has definitely been all over the place.  I think it's because it's my first entry, and doesn't really have a purpose beyond saying "wassup, fools?" to the "blogosphere" or whatever.  I will try to be more focused in the future.

But for now, peace out.  I have to leave for practice 30 minutes before it starts in order to ensure I get an erg that doesn't suck.  Cool.

Kisses,

Lauren

P.S. It's Martin's and mine 2-year anniversary today!  Ain't no thang.  :)