"these are a few of my favorite things"

1. these guys.

2. these songs

{their album just sounds like winter.}

3. these chocolates

4. these faces

5. this place

 



in which birthday shenanigans occur

She would not have me talking about her, but tomorrow is my sister's, Lauren's, birthday. Her ***********, to be exact.

(See, I am not so cruel as to post her age on here, which ISN'T EVEN OLD.)

Anyway, my sister forever holds a dear place in my heart. She is the most wonderfully clever, hilarious, and enlightening sibling one could ask for. I am so grateful for the love, kindness, and advice she's given me over the years. And also for the fact that she understands all my movie references. Lauren's as lovely as people get. (That's not even mentioning her mesmerizing beauty.)

 

{what darlin's we are}

 

 

Thank you, sister dear, for being awesome and taking care of me as I've ventured into college life. I hope the day is bright, shining, and lucky and that all your birthday dreams come true! I love you to infinity and beyond. 



 

in which some things are explained

As I contemplated what to write for today's post, I stared at my blog title and realized: that's a really weird name.

Well, it's not the weirdest, but it does come off as rather narcissistic just glancing at it.

I got the idea of the name because 1. I love stories, 2. I wear glasses (usually only at night when no one else can see me), and 3. I adore foxes.

Seriously, have you ever seen a picture of one? Here I will help you:

JUST LOOK AT THEIR WITTLE FACES AND EARS AND CUTENESS.

My mother also fondly refers to me as a fox, but the name stems more from those little fellas.

There, you have it. That's why this blog is called Tales of a Four-Eyed Fox.

That is all.

In Which Andrew Bird (Again)

"being alone, it can be quite romantic
like Jacques Cousteau underneath the Atlantic
a fantastic voyage to parts unknown
going to depths where the sun's never shone
and i fascinate myself
                  when i'm alone

so i go a little overboard, but hang on to the hull
while i'm airbrushing fantasy art on a life
that's really kind of dull
oh, i'm in a LULL

i'm all for moderation, but sometimes it seems
moderation itself can be a kind of EXTREME
so i joined the congregation
i joined the softball team
i went in for my confirmation
where incense looks like steam
i start conjugating proverbs
where once there were nouns
this whole rhyme scheme's
starting to get me
                             down

oh, i'm in a lull
i'm in a lull

i'm rambling on rather self-consciously
while i'm stirring these condiments into my tea
and i think i'm so lame, i bet i think this song's about me
don't i, don't i, DON'T I?

i'm in a lull."

In Which I Make A Promise (Of Sort)

I know in my last post I said that I was going to try to write more often, though I could not promise anything. But then I thought to myself, I should promise. (Maybe then I'll have an incentive to write more regularly.)

Here is my proposal: I shall endeavor to write or share something each day. And I mean EACH day. (You know, seven days a week, 4 weeks a month, 12 months a year, etc.) Of course, I'll fail occasionally, but better to try to be consistent than simply think about being so.

So, there. Come here each day if you want to know what I'm doing, or simply want a laugh (or someone to laugh at).

To end this short interlude of a blog, here is a song by Andrew Bird, who might very well be my favorite singer / artist alive. Seriously, no one can convince me that this man is not a genius. I MEAN JUST ADMIRE THE WHISTLING AND THE VIOLIN AND THE SOCKS.

In Which I Apologize For Ignoring This Blog For Five Months

Hi. Wow. Has it really been almost five months since I last posted, since I left for college? I remember when I was younger, a year seemed such a long time. Now I can hardly keep with its pace. These past months were a whirlwind, to be sure. A frightening, exhilarating, glorious whirlwind. I am ashamed at how poorly I've kept this blog, for there are so many stories I want to tell you. But for now, I'll keep it short(ish) and sweet by hitting the highlights. I'll even make it a list. (I do love a good list.)

1.

The summer obviously began my college adventure, and I could not have asked for a better way to commence this new chapter of life. The roommates I had are easily some of the greatest people around. My classes were fantastic. (For the record, I am now a semi-trained Irish dancer, so basically I'm quite cool.) Unfortunately, this little blog cannot hold all the stories and jokes from summer (I'm scotch! ... tape), but suffice it to say that I was very happy and I am very lucky. These paltry words don't really do the time justice, so to make up for it, I'll post some pictures.

                                                               {begin photo montage}

                                                                       {the gang}

 

{the sweethearts threw me an early birthday party. see, I told you they were great.}

 

{end photo montage}

 

Sometimes, I really miss the summer and its people. (Especially when it snows.)

 

2.

 

One of the few upsides to summer term ending was that I got to go home for two weeks. Words cannot convey how dearly I missed my family. And how much I enjoyed not having to do homework each night.

 

Aside from being with my family, another exciting thing occurred: I turned E I G H T E E N (to my chagrin). Though I love birthdays, I loath admitting the fact that I am no longer a child. It was still quite a lovely day, however, and I am glad I spent it with my family. I would not want it any other way.

 

3.

 

Upon returning to college, I was sure fall term could not compare to the magnificence of summer. How could it, when summer was quite near perfection? My doubts were quickly confounded, though. First, I met this girl.

 

{the one on the left, not the right.}

That girl, Elizabeth (who I affectionately refer to as Eliza), is my current roommate. She is one of the weirdest and most unusual individuals I have ever met; so, in other words, we get along splendidly. In the short time we've known each other, she has become a dear and darling friend, which I am grateful for. (I'll stop it with all the mushy stuff now.) In reality, most of the time we do things like this:

 

It's a wonderful, open relationship we have, with a touch of cannibalism.

 

There's not much else to say about school. Classes are hard. Friends are good. Sleep and food are best. (and that's pretty much my life right now in a nutshell.)

 

4.

What more? My baby brudder is turning fifteen (when did we get so old?). Thanksgiving soon. Then my older brother comes home from his two-year mission.

 

Life is terribly hard right now, but it is also wonderful and kind, and I am so thankful for that.

 

p.s. I will do my best to update this more regularly, but no promises.