21 Things That Crossed My Mind on Ash Wednesday

Disclaimer: Only one of these muses has anything to do with Ash Wednesday.
- I named my morning alarm Wesley, so every time it goes off I bark, “Shut up Wesley!”
- If I am what I eat, I guess I’m a Reese’s float; My diet pretty much consists of chocolate, peanut butter, and Diet Coke (wait, did that rhyme..).
- Someday I’ll put away my laundry in a space where it can be viewed as proper, wearable clothing.
- I hope my neighbors like listening to my Frankie Valli shower renditions at 9:30 a.m.
- At least it’s clean!
- This banana is bruised yet filling, a metaphor for somebody’s life (definitely not mine).
- Swearing is a waste of words, but I don’t give a flying buttress.
- If I was a scientist, I would want to be a researcher of the English language, so I could study and practice the manipulation of words. Like a writer. I hereby declare myself a scientist.
- There’s no flattering way to eat an apple.
- I should start a blog called, “Twenty-Something Creative Catholic Who Has No Idea What to do With Her Life.”
- No, I’m not a plastic bag hoarder.
- Will a spilled bottle of shower cleaner make my floor smell like lavender or Windex (or a lavender-scented infusion of both)?
- Salad tastes 100% better without lettuce.
- I need to email somebody I think I emailed yesterday about something going on tomorrow.
- Time management is one of my proudest works in progress.
- Hello, my name is Emilie, and I like Robert Frost, “Harry Potter,” and carbs.
- Never attempt to flirt with anybody when you have ashes on your forehead.
- “Yes I talk to myself,” I say as I spraypaint my 3D platypus.
- I hope my neighbors like listening to my exhausted recital of American Idiot at 9:30 p.m.
- I call this sweater/shawl thing my Jedi robe. Watch me Jedi.
- The last thing I heard before I fell asleep was a girl passing my building and singing “Don’t Stop Till You Get Enough.” It left me quite inspired and ready to face Wesley in the morning.