2010 Year End Report

I have been away from blogging for so long I am starting to lose what few blogging tips I learned. Notice I posted on a Tuesday…when the experts say most blogs are read on Thursday. Also, everything I have written is slightly exaggerated to make things more interesting. Other than that, I rather like this post… hope you do too! – T

Dear Family and Friends (and anyone else who is crazy enough to be reading this),

I have neglected writing you these past long months. Henceforth and furthermore, I have decided to plague you with this lengthy example of my writing inability. Now, what do you want to know?

I’ll start with girls. In my estimation, the complete number of girlfriends I have had over the years can be expressed in a figure strongly resembling the letter O (O, as in odd – odd, as in Trent). But those aren’t the type of girls I was thinking about anyway. I was thinking of sisters (O.K. I wasn’t thinking of them, but I had to say something or you would think I was campaigning my eligibility.)

Since my family will possibly write more about them in a much boringer, traditional newsletter… I have decided to repeat them. My sisters are cute, cuddly, cutthroats. I do not exaggerate. I have simply used the throat the mascot for all the body parts they bruise on a daily basis. My sisters recently inspired two characters in a short story I am still working on. The name of the older sister is Seraphim. The name of the younger… (I think you can guess). Both these angelic forms protect the evil goddess of life, who does not truly represent my mother (although it would be more fun to say that she did). My older sisters, this includes Cimrey even though she is a whole six years younger than I am, made a pact with all of themselves to ignore me. I have no idea why. I mean I know why they are ignoring me, but I don’t see any practical reason for it.

I guess I will have to go into every delightful detail. First, I decided this last year of teenagerhood to make up for all the other years I missed. Since everyone in my home tries to be smart, stuffy, and/or snobbish (except for Mom and the younger ones); I took it upon myself to balance things out, besides, the younger ones should have a good solid example of immaturity. Things took their course and here are the results: I turned to comedy, the younger ones to violence. Secondly, which is also lastly, I discovered that comedy is a skill I have. I have been flattered on several occasions into believing I could be a professional comic. I placed first in a Toastmaster’s humorous speech competition at my local club and then beat all the clubs around here in an area competition to go on to Austin (where I was soundly defeated!). So I can make people laugh. My sisters are not impressed. In fact, they have even quit giving reasonable feedback to jokes I occasionally am foolish enough to believe are original creations. Now all they do is nod and say “Yes its great,” just so I won’t tell them a slightly altered version of the same joke five minutes later.

And now here I am sitting on the couch wearing an ugly green t-shirt a size too big with an equally too big long sleeve over top. This last article of fashion has been banned by Tierany (an older sister) because of its repulsive black and green check-like pattern. But I am quite satisfied to flaunt it in front of her! Other than that, I’m the president of my Toastmasters club for the next six months (Toastmasters is an organization devoted to training people in public speaking skills). I’m looking forward to muddling through my term. Everything else is still the same, except I wish I could take a course in writing. Nothing much has been started, and most everything has been postponed.

I must end this. Till my Birthday, Merry Christmas!

- Trent