Tracing Back Tradition.

   I just used this title for an essay. Reduce, reuse, and recycle is what I say! No, just no. Well yes, but no. The essay was about "The Lottery", which if I may say, is so fucking messed up. Pardon my French, s'il vous plait. The story got me worked all up into a stress. So did that obnoxious essay. In most respects I am usually quite the little essay-ist(warning: not a real word). As long as I like the topic and feel inspired, I can crack out 5 paragraphs in a jiffy. Not this time though. I have been so unfocused recently. My mind has been thinking all sorts of thoughts that are unfortunately all unrelated to English. Hopefully this paper will turn out ok. My sentences seemed to turn out like my thoughts: disconnected and incomplete. Oops.

   My English teacher is constantly saying"Don't skip spaces between paragraphs!" I not really concerned about his preferences right now though because I enjoy the way it looks with gaps. Like my two front teeth. I'm off topic yet again though. I started this paragraph to move on to what I really came here to write about.  "Tracing Back Tradition." Am I being sponsored by ancestry.com? Noooo. I am being sponsored by my parents.

   Traditions are one of those things that don't necessarily have an origin. Somewhere down the line they developed. Whether your great aunts came up with the idea to deep fry the green beans at Thanksgiving or it took several generations to work out the kinks in your family's guidebook to traditional lobster boating, you usually don't know how the thought found its way into the brain. The brain is a crazy, mixed up, mashed and smashed, pasta salad of randomness. Every once in a while you have a breakthrough and win a noble peace prize but more often than not you're just proud of yourself for figuring out that your pink shirt looks super-duper cute with your navy and floral skirt.

   This post seems to have taken the shape of an eclectic pot of thoughts that are "Essentially Chloe". That worked perfectly! If I could I would pat myself on the back right now. Ha! I just made you all worry. Don't you fret, I am perfectly capable of patting myself on the back. Tell me if your family has any crazy traditions!

Let it snow(man)!

Love,
Chloe