The Kind of Day Which Calls Desperately for Pancakes and Ice Cream

The First Point of Order: Introductory Delights

I'm GennaRose; a student at Hampshire College, a poet, a drinker of strawberry-cream tea, an appreciator of old books, an enjoyer of sidewalk chalk, a rooftop stargazer, a sleeper of strange dreams, and a candle light child.

And thus begins my first blog post-- because of course, all I need is another place in cyberspace to distract me from the real world. Who knows, perhaps if I manage to fill up every waking hour with pixilated entertainment it will be nearly the equivalent to hibernating through winter. (Note: I mistyped hibernating, and when I clicked spell check it suggested "cybernating." Is this a concept that exists already...?)

I still have yet to decide what I actually plan to write on here. I really just created it because I've had a long day and was excited because I made a backpack. Why making a backpack immediately birthed the thought "I should write a blog!" is as much of an enigma to me as it is to you. Which brings us to our second point of order.

The Second Point of Order: I Made a Backpack. Hooray...?

Ah yes. A magnificent beast has risen from the dust. It is striped and lumpy and fantastical in all the glory of a creature molded from random bits of string. Indeed, it is a mighty creature. Behold!

I crocheted it with scraps of yarn over the past week. It was finished just in time for classes to begin, as the last touches were literally sewn in place on the bus to one of my courses. My timing is always impeccable in the most procrastinatory of ways. Yes, there is a bear inside. I put him there to emphasize the spaciousness of the bag, but as he is quite present I may as well introduce him. His name is Teddy. Granted, my creativity as a four year old wasn't quite as developed as it could have been, though I did write this poem:

The Ogre

The Ogre sits upon the castle tower.

He doesn't stir, he doesn't move, for not a sound he hears.

Whenever people come upon his castle door again,

He'll eat them up and eat them up

And have them all for dinner.

Now it's bedtime.

The Ogre is still waiting.

-Genna Nethercott, age 4

The Third Point of Order: A Tumultuous State of Educational Potential

Spring semester began today, and I am officially on seven wait lists. And that is it. In other words, I am effectively not actually enrolled in any classes whatsoever. You may be asking yourself, "But Genna, you are a student! Wouldn't a student in no classes be in a bit of a predicament?" Oh yes. A predicament has befallen me, indeed. In fact, I have been in a constant state of panic for the entire day, yet my journal was tragically left behind in a mod, leaving me with no means of literary ranting. Therefore, out of a final trapeze act of writer's desperation, I decided to create this blog.

The Fourth Point of Order: The Irony in Attempting to Plan Spontaneity

My life is distressingly void of impromptu adventures to whimsical destinations. I want to step into the road with a backpack (MY NEW BACKPACK!?) full of canned soup, crumpled bits of paper, and a packet of matches and hitchhike to San Francisco, or Chicago, or Savannah, or Lansing, or any other random spot. Winter has always made me restless. As a little girl, I would build tiny summer scenes inside of shoe boxes, cover the top with tissue paper to let light in, and cut a hole in the front. Then I would peek inside and imagine that I was there, inside the shoeboxian tropics of my imagination. It was rather pitiful, really.

So if you want an adventure of epic proportions, whether it be to New Mexico or the roofs of Amherst, I am a more than willing companion.

It is 1 am. I have class tomorrow (at least, I will be attending a class I am not actually in...). I hope you all have a delightful evening (I have no idea who I am speaking to. If you are reading this, say hello!). I will leave you with this image, and this image alone.

Love,

GennaRose