Peanut butter.

There are a lot of reasons that I enjoy peanut butter (and trust me, this blog has NOTHING to do with my upcoming packed lunch of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich), especially now that I don't have to fear salmonella each time I take a scoop:

1. I love the way you can take a huge bite of it and feel like a puppy, smacking your lips and trying to get it off of the roof of your mouth; then you take a sip of cold cold water and you can feel the peanut butter disintegrating between your teeth.
2. The first scoop. Nothing is more appealing to me than a fresh jar. Enough said.
3. You've noticed, I'm sure, that I keep saying "scoop." This is because my favorite way to enjoy peanut butter is by spooining itt out: I use the biggest spoon (not-quite-ladle-sized) in the drawer, scoop a tiny mountain, and use my finger as a tiny spoon to eat from the big spoon. Yum.
4. Peanut butter goes with EVERYTHING. Hot or cold, white or wheat, jelly, fluff, or chocolate - you name it, peanut butter's there.

And if peanut butter's there, so am I.

Tim & Keith

After my most recent post, I received this emailed reply (from the coolest kid around): "Hey! I think you should explain the two people that are cool. Surely you don't mean me and Keith?! You can send me a response, but I think the response would look better on your blog."

In response, I'd like to say simply, yes! You've got it, Tim. The two cool people are you and Keith. Excellent sleuthing. :)

PS: You're much cooler than the smelly Meanie Maynard.

Miles Davis.

I'm going to use today's post to explain my blog's title: Swayed by the Cool.

Very neat, you say? I agree. Even more neat because of its two reasons:
1. It comes from Gaslight Anthem's song, "Miles Davis & The Cool." It's one of my top three favorite songs of theirs (and watch out for the 28 March post when I discuss their show, tickets to which I was given by one of my top three favorite people). You should go listen to it, it's fabulous. This is reason enough. But it is not the only reason. Onward, to number two.
2. Two people "swayed" me to make this blog. These two people are very "cool." Get it??? Aha! Fantastic, I know.

(Hi, Tim!)

Four sentences on today.

Today I have 93 cents and a pencil in my pocket. Today I will purchase a basket of french fries for three dollars. Today I will wear a dress even though it's chilly. Today is looking up.

Face this.

I have found what is officially the world's coolest website: www.faceinhole.com.

It's like a dream come true. You might need to do a little digging, but in the mess, I can see everybody's new default Facebook photo. And everybody's new favorite time waster.

On being small

Inspired by Keith's "boo-hoo-on-me" blog about being tall, I'll write its reciprocal, and boo-hoo about being small (and then list the hoorays about the same).

Cons: Without leaping, I can reach no top shelves. Strong winds blow me away (seriously). I don't always weigh enough to donate blood. People (Keiths) who are big often forget I am small and that a fake punch hurts like a real one and a funny push actually knocks me over. I look twelve years old. I have to buy pants marked "short;" they're still too long (I've recently discovered that one of my favorite pairs of pants are actually capris). I can be benchpressed.

Pros: I will live longer than the average tall person. I can snuggle pretty much anyone. When I AM being accidentally-on-purpose beat up, I can scrunch up so tiny that I surprise even myself. I can fit in children's clothes which are often far less expensive. I am incredible at hide-and-seek.

That about does it. Even though the pro list is smaller, I actually rather enjoy being tiny. I think tall people are weird. They make me uncomfortable (sorry, tall folks).

The end.

Aloha.

Writing blog number one is daunting.

I'll use it to say that this blog will surely be a waste of your eye movements and your time unless you are a large fan of one or more of the following: shoes and scarves and Lis and bands that will make me sound pretentious and books that will do the same (and a few of each that'll make me sound silly) and tights and daydreams and Keith and grammar and museums and Katie and whining about money woes and avoiding the gym and Conor and my cats and frozen pizza and Brianne and parks and road trips and sunshine.

And also to say that I will most likely update this only as long as Keith gives me treats to do so.

Oh, and: Hi!