This I Promise You
Whitney
I'm going to go ahead and mention that when I use words like "tomorrow" or any specific day to predict when my next blog post will appear, you should multiply that by 3 or 4-ish, and you'll be pretty close. It's not that I don't want to honor my word.... I think I have good intentions! I wish I was disciplined enough to sit down and do it, or at least disciplined enough to not make promises I can't keep. I swear I do it because I love you! And it sounds good.

Honestly, I want my "why I want to move to Seattle" themed post to be awesome! I have a lot to say about it, and I haven't had time to really sit down and dedicate my entire brain, or even 32% of my brain to it. I'm thinking realistically, part 2 of my moving blog will appear this weekend :)

But for now I leave you with the reason I am considering throwing Seattle away and moving to New Jersey!!! I'm kidding about moving to Jersey. I heard the crabs can jump 2 feet in the air... and I'm not talking about the ones at the beach. I'm not kidding when I say I hope and pray that this guy shows up in Seattle one day with his CD player and serenades the crap out of my 8am bus with the sweet sweet sounds of Katy Perry! He had me at "uhuuuhuuhhhh" ;)

 
☮Woolie, OUT!
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Bullet With Butterfly Wings.
Whitney

"This song explains why I'm leaving home to become a stewardess"

Emotions are weird. I didn't realize it was possible to feel scared, excited, happy, sad, pumped up, and nervous all at the same time. All of those feelings swimming around in one person is confusing. Oh, there's another one: Confusion! And why, may you ask, are all these adjectives backstroking through my insides? Because it's officially official: I'm moving to Seattle, WA! I'm walking off to look for America, just like Simon and Garfunkel. Okay, maybe I'm not taking a Greyhound or having depressing conversations with Kathy while she's sleeping, but I'm doing this people! 

I named him "Bubbles"
The reason I haven't updated Snoop Bloggie-Blog (Yes.) is because I just got back from venturing out to the Pacific Northwest to search for roommates and a place to live. Crazy, I know! And since all of my friends are employed (grown-ups), I had to drive around all alone in my little rental clown car to residences of possible ax murderers that I found on Craigslist (aka sketch.com). Luckily, I guess I have a good eye for legit Craigslist ads, because instead of being forced into the middle position of the human centipede (I call front!), I found two houses that I could actually see myself living in. One house is in-between Green Lake and the U-District, and the other is in Northgate. For you non-Seattleites: Basically, one is somewhat close to downtown, and one isn't. So of course I picked the one closer to downtown! I may end up regretting it as far as traffic goes, but what can I say? I have big plans for Seattle, including volunteering at the EMP museum and helping the local economy by shopping... A LOT! And panhandling, since people wont give me new things without some kind of paper or plastic currency in return. I don't get it, but whatever.

It might come to this
Anyways, my future roommates seem really cool! I'm excited to move in the first week in October and get to know them. My long-time WA friends, on the other hand, have already sparked my addiction to Spire apple cider and provoked my near-future career in karaoke. Spire is unbelievably delicious and only available locally, and me singing karaoke seems to only be encouraged by a very small human population (2 to be exact) who just so happen to live in WA. That being said, it's pretty clear why I'm moving. 

What? It isn't? You're not buying that I'd move across the country for hard apple cider and dive bar karaoke? Fine. But I'll have to save that explanation for part 2. This was supposed to be a short and sweet update post to keep my peeps informed, and instead it became a super long, incoherent ramble. Yes, that's normal coming from me, but really, it's almost 3am (I must be lonely like Rob Thomas) and I'm sitting here eating Lucky Charms and listening to Bikini Kill at an incredibly unhealthy volume. You know you've had your headphones on too long when you realize your temples and ears are actually aching. Ouch! 

I'm living proof that this advertising model works 
So goodnight blogosphere! I hope this makes as much sense in the morning as it does now... Part 2 (easy read edition) will go up tomorrow. I'll shoot for gold with post #3! Break! 

☮Woolie, OUT!
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Welcome to the jungle.
Whitney
So here's the thing: I'm a mess. What? No, I meant to spill that on myself... What I mean is, I, myself, am a mess. My life. My mind. My being. They're all messy. I guess everyone is in their own way, but I have a tendency to wear it on my sleeve. I have a history of taking off my shirt. (And quoting ridiculous Barenaked Ladies songs.) If you got that, this is the blog for you! I'm a little different, and my mind is cluttered with the weirdest, randomest (Get used to made-up words, grammar police. You're the worst kind of po-po!) thoughts. Most of the time, these thoughts should stay in my head. Okay, all the time, but sometimes I just have the urge to share. And I can't be blamed, because you get to make the choice whether to subject yourself to my hotly-messed thoughts or not. I can't force you to read it. You can choose to read it, laugh at my craziness, and feel better about yourself because you're not me, or you can choose to ignore it and deal with the fatal consequences... Wait, what? Nevermind.

He could never show his face at Mommy-and-Me.
So what am I going to blog about? Your guess is as good as mine! Maybe things that I find interesting, and things that are important to me. Crazy idea, I know! One thing I'm sure of: it will be super random, because I'm always discovering new things and analyzing whatevers. I'm always excited about something, and I have a lot to say. I know I'll talk about music a lot. That's just a given. You know those "music people" you hear about on 20/20 or Dateline? People that can physically and emotionally feel certain songs, and need them to survive? Like oxygen or Bear Grylls? Yeah, that's me, and I have a lot to say about it. I also write songs and poetry, but I'll have to see about those going up here... I'm very passionate about mental health awareness and the self-esteem of kids and teenagers. I'm Bipolar, and my entire life has been quite the rollercoaster "cliche descriptive word" adventure because of it. I'll talk about books I'm currently digging, and art I'm obsessing over. I'll talk about my favorite movies and TV shows. I'll share hilarious Youtube videos and articles that I find interesting. Things change all the time, so who knows what I'll have to say. That's the beauty of sharing your thoughts on the worldwide web!

No, this is not heaven, but pretty close.
Oh yeah! There's also the whole thing about this big adventure I'm about to embark on. After living in "The Colony" (VA, duh.) my entire life, I am finally in the process of moving to my favorite city, Seattle, WA! The real-life "Emerald City" ===(|)- (That's a Space Needle, not a weiner, perv.) My life is about to change drastically, and I'll have a lot to share in the near future. This whole blog ordeal will be great because I can update everyone back on the East coast without having to use my ghetto phone. (I don't want a brain tumor, y'all!)  

All kinds of awesome.

Well, that was a sufficiently boring intro... I'll pump up the bass and add a little extra auto-tune in my sophomore entry. Maybe I'll add a rapper or two, because we all know the next one will make me or break me.  Word to your mother.

Okay, now I'm hungry.
☮Woolie, OUT! 
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