Lack of filter....

Yesterday:

When walking home from the testing center I encountered a guy who had a strikingly weird look on his face. I failed to notice that my brain was so strongly attached to my mouth until I said "Wow, you must have been slapped with the stupid stick on both cheeks!" The guy mentally came back to earth and asked "What?"
I quickly retracted my word vomit by stating " I didn't say anything..." and hurried away.

Today:

While in an anthropology group meeting, the only guy in our group exclaimed, "Wait! It just disappeared!"
To which I replied, "That is the point of pressing delete."
His cheeks flushed a bright shade of red as he realized the stupidity of his remark.
I sat quietly, slightly ashamed of my rude remark.
The rest of my group turned different shades of red, while laughing at the previously mentioned exchange.

Scared Sh!#less

So, I was walking home from campus at 9:22 pm. It was pitch black... and in the past I had a wonderful accident that left me night blind..... Anyways, back to the spooky tale.
When walking home alone, in the dark, I am acutely aware that I am a girl and, therefore, seemingly easy prey. So I act responsibly. While singing along to my ipod at the top of my lungs, I constantly check my surroundings to ensure that I am not being followed, or about to walk into an ambush of some sort. I walked by the stadium, and on the north end, took the small path between the stadium and three pine trees. To the left of that path, there is a concrete wall that, at night, seems so long and dark that it must be an entrance into the underworld. While walking through the path I suddenly noticed a dark figure rushing towards me on my left side. As my heart seemingly stopped beating, I, being startled yelled an unacceptable curse word and began to run away fromthe figure.

I then realized that the dark entity was not one of Satan's minions, but my own shadow, who was rushing to catch up with me. Apparently she is afraid of the dark as well...

Photo Fun!

So today's theme was updating pictures that have been locked on my camera for a while now. In between reading a massive amount for my religion class, photo editing was what I did for fun today!

 

Meet Herman and Melvin!They are cousins.... can you see the family resemblance?

 

Yep... This is how my family spends time... We teach the younger members how to rope... This is Mikayla's first session, and we are so proud. Isn't she a natural?

 

And this is the grand finale!!!! This wonderfully intelligent entity spent at least forty-five minutes licking the door frame.... I know this because that is at least how long I spent at the Giraffe exhibit..... and twenty of those forty-five minutes were spent intently observing this ritual. Whilst I was unfailingly enthralled, Brenton was most likely bored, annoyed, and befuddled as to why such action was captivating to an educated individual.... It is no wonder why that relationship did not last. Seriously? Just Look at this beautiful creature and tell me that this is not the most amusing thing you have seen.

Silence is Golden.......... Said by someone inexperienced, I am sure

So earlier this week I decided to not talk for a while.... two hours and 15 minutes. I did not think it would be all that hard, considering I know sign language....... However there was a flaw or two in my calculations.... 1. I have forgotten some ASL, 2. Most people do NOT know sign language (Bless Lynnae for trying though), 3. I enjoy talking too much to withhold verbal communication without some degree of pain. For a while I resorted to typing my responses on my lap top. Which is the following:

FYI..... This is FREAKING HARD!!!

When I am not talking I cannot inflect my voice... hence I am changing fonts and such

drool cup?

…. Reading the train of thought in text is kinda funny to read....

I have been deleting some things though

That I can do

*Flicking Brian's ear for bugging his sister

It was fun....

Your force sucks...

Little kids planning assassinations? Aubry... please stop filtering that example to school kids...

P.S. I Love You!!!

Si

Depends on whether you get name brands

I <3 Malt o meal

Brian... + 5 idiot points

You may spend them, however you wish

You must be REALLY Lucky then

A mexican with a russian accent... that is new

What is SMS?????

Aubry can choose

...hello, resident assassin?

What do you need?

I have now gone 40 minutes without talking

uh oh uh oh, stuck like glue, you and me baby we're stuck like glue *singing

I think I am disturbed, ever so slightly

you told me about this

Go to a furniture store and get a couple of large shipping boxes, gather about six couples together and decorate the boxes like cars. Then when you are finished, put handles on the inside, travel to the local drive-in, climb in, and walk your group through the drive-in and order dinner.

I noticed

Note... post Dilbert: the nack on my blog

I know how to do that

I have now gone almost an hour without talking

I am grateful for Savannah's hilarious blog this morning

That Two of my three classes on friday were cancelled

And That I will soon be able to restock on chocolate... because, sadly, I am out 

That was the last of me having my laptop, after that Savannah, Lynnae, Nu Gai, Kunkee and me all piled into Savannah's car, Nemo, to go to the grocery store.

 

Dilbert - The Nack

An Epic Weekend of Lithic Proportions...

Okay, So I have not posted in a while... no need to scorn... I can lecture myself about my inconsistency. Thank you very much!

So the past few days have been busy and awesome! I went on an ice cream date on Thursday the lasted four and a half hours.... so ice cream and talking.....

Friday there was a game night at Michelle's grandmother's house. We played Kelly rummy, of course, not playing that specific game is borderline blasphemy when considering our environment and company.Plus I think that is what her grandma looks forward to the most. We also played boxers or briefs, which is hilarious. The game was fun, but with the right people it could rise to the level of lithicness!

After the game night was over, Lynnae, Me, and Andrew hooked up my laptop to Andrew's car's sound system and watched the Disney version of Three Musketeers, which Lynnae and I can quote almost completely. I did not go to bed until four in the morning. I was supposed to wake up before nine to go to Sister Scott's house in the morning. I slept in, but I made it. When Christina knocked on the door, I scrambled to get ready and left before I could even brush my teeth... gross, right?
At Sister Scott's house we made the birthday cards for the Relief Society birthdays from August through the end of November. They were WAY cute!

I then proceeded to go home, shower, and watch the extended version of Two Towers with Lynnae. (P.S. Smeagol is creepy, but adorable... like a gremlin) Somehow I missed a call from Andrew... who through a message made fun of my redneck accent that is apparently obvious on my voice mail. I returned the call with  a message saying "Tag, Your it!"

As it turned out, Andrew was calling in the Cafe Rio that I owed him ( He completely tricked me into betting him Cafe Rio during a card trick... which was stupid of me to fall for, and sly of him to use). So to Cafe Rio we went....

You  see, I have wonderful taste.... in both food and clothing. Lynnae can attest to the clothing portion, seeing as she has been coming in and out of the living room asking me to pick her skirt and shoes for her Sunday outfit. She looks wonderful, of course, she always does.
Anywho, at Cafe Rio I ordered my regular pork burrito with black beans and mild sauce, cooked enchilada style. YUM!!!! Andrew proceeded to order the same thing..... copycat.....

After Cafe Rio we went country dancing. I love to dance, but I had never gone country swing dancing, which apparently I am not horrible at. During the course of the night was was flung around at mach speeds, while spinning, and somehow miraculously no getting overly dizzy or nauseous. Andrew and I probably looked like we knew what we were doing, considering that over the course of the night I would jump and be flipped around his body, or hanging upside down from his shoulder as he spun in circles. I can't wait to go again.

After dancing we got shakes, to cool off, and  went to his apartment to choose a movie. At his apartment were three girls and his financially successful roommate, all watching a movie. They suggested Sahara, at which I stated that I thought Matthew Maconahay was gay, couldn't act, and was only famous because he repeatedly took off his shirt. At that comment everyone in the room was open mouthed with shock, and one female exclaimed that she was personally offended at that remark. Their reactions= priceless!
After leaving the apartment, I informed Andrew that I, in fact, do enjoy Matthew Maconahay movies, and  that I really do consider him to be a good actor, regardless of whether he is shirtless or fully clothed. Apparently it is rude to mess with the fragile emotions of adolescent college aged girls... but somehow it leaves me feeling fulfilled.

By the time I arrived home after this epic night, it was two in the morning. These late night outings are not conducive to waking up on time. Once again I woke up late, scrambling to dress myself in the appropriate attire while my visiting teaching companion waited in the living room. Visiting teaching was completed. The girls I teach are adorable, and I think I shall enjoy my assignments this semester.

Now I am home, ready for church, finished with cutting the love note papers to their appropriate size... for the most part... my measurement skills are not exactly up to par at the moment. And I am finally updating my blog, which was necessary considering the length of this post, despite how briefly I described the events of the past few days.

I would just like to add that I miss talking to my friend Kristopher Lange, with whom I have not conversed since Tuesday. And that, now, I must end for I need to call my mother and update her on these recent events. I predict that his phone call will be slightly extended in length.

Until next time.......

Gratefuls

Today is a grateful day

Hot chocolate- for its ability to warm my soul in the chilliest of environments
Rainy days- for reminding me that sometimes trials are necessary to clean your soul and mind, just as rain cleanses the world
Good friends- to just sit and talk, and make you feel special, even if there is nothing extraordinary about you
Funny professors- who make learning enjoyable, not all things worthwhile should feel like work
People who have the ability to make any situation funny- sometimes it gets annoying, but the majority of the time it makes your day better
Epic quote walls- that make you smile despite your mood
Morgan- I love you so much! It is so hard for me to not be able to be with you and have the daily contact that most sisters have. Sometimes I feel bad about being a failure at being a big sister. I am so proud of you and all that you have accomplished. We did not have much growing up, but you have found a way to make your dreams come true. You are living the lifestyle you want, and you have a wonderful family that is willing to take you in as their own. Never forget to thank Liz and Brian for all that they have done for you.
Stay up on all of your school work. Dedication and hard work will help you achieve all of your goals. I have not completed all of mine, but it seems to be working thus far.
If you ever want to talk, remember that I am always willing to listen.
Remember that you are beautiful, strong, and one of the most caring people I know. Don't block that part of your personality out just because you have seen mom used and abused for it. That personality trait is something to be treasured. It is one of the best things that you could have inherited from mom.
I love you SO much! Never forget that.
KayLeigh- I know that we do not have the normal relationship that sisters tend to have. Yes we yell at each other, and argue, and do our best to push each others buttons.. that is all normal.
I know that I can be overbearing sometimes. I often have to be the parent when I am home... usually the role of dad. But I do not tell you enough how much I love you, and I adore you. When you are not doing your best to make me mad, you are one of the sweetest and most creative girls I know. You can dance, you can create something out of nothing. You love music almost the same degree that I do. I am so proud of you for all of the achievements you have made. I do not know if you know this, but I still have all of the pictures you used to draw for me. I am sorry I have not been able to be around for you as often as I would like to. I do my best to make sure you are taken care of, whether it is just giving mom suggestions on how to best take care of you, or helping with bills. I ask about you all of the time. P.S. I am glad you are liking the City of Bones book. The whole book series is great.... but you should refrain from reading while in math class, :P   
I love you so much!
Be good for mom, please. She is doing her best to take care of you. Remember that life has not always been kind to her, and you could not ask for a more caring mother.
If you need to talk, shoot me an email, or if the time is appropriate, call me.
I Love you!!!!!
People who bring doughnuts for the entire class
Lessons that bribe you with candy
Class cancellations
Tests that you know you aced without a doubt
Roommates that make shopping trips interesting
The inevitable pillow fights that plague our apartments
Recalling my past meltdown at my encounter with mega spider
Misinterpreted comments
... and the list goes on and on and on.....

	I just finished a 24 question test in about 5 minutes. Yep :-) I think today is going to be awesome.

“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love.” -Washington Irving

I want to thank God for roommates who care and understand life. Last night was an off night for me. Everyone I knew was telling stories of their parents and family friends, and the relationships they have with them. I could not help but be jealous for what I did not have. I know that my family situation made me who I am today, but I can't help but twitch with envy as I hear about people who can rely on their parents for help, spiritually, emotionally, and for temporal needs.
After everyone else began getting ready for bed, Lynnae and I sat down to finish a movie we had started earlier. She noticed that I was in an off mood, and offered to just cuddle and play with my hair. I was in control of myself until I realized that my mom never did that with me. Lo and behold, I started bawling.
Lynnae stayed up with until about two in the morning just listening and talking. It is such a comfort and a relief to have a friend that is willing to take care of me.
I realized something last night. People are ashamed of crying. They hide the tears, and the emotions behind them. They put on brave faces to confront the world. But tears are not something to be completely hidden, they are to be shared with someone you truly care about.
Being strong and self-sufficient is a noble thing, but being able to share your weakness with someone who loves you makes your bond stronger. There is an intimate level of trust involved, for when someone knows your weaknesses they know how to hurt you more severely. But with certain people in your life, you have absolute knowledge that they would never purposely cause you pain.
I can't help but think of the Savior in Gethsemane. He shed blood, sweat and tears. This moment, though recorded for the entire world to know, was only shared with His father. He cried in pain. His cries were heard. And because of His strength I know I can be strong as well. There is nothing in this life that I cannot handle with Christ to guide me.
As today began, I still felt the residual emotions that had flooded last night. And as the day unfolded, stress set in as I attempted to fit in the study groups, the labs, the tests, the studying, and all of the other things on my to-do list. I took my geology test and earned a B, which in not bad for the first test of the semester. I called my mom to check in and, no surprise, there was drama on that end. And by the time I got home, still having a relatively lengthy to-do list, I felt at peace. This is quite odd, and I can't explain why, nothing really got easier, nothing changed. But I do feel like what I talked about last night has helped clear the fog. I am not exactly looking through crystal at where I need to go and what I need to do. But it isn't blocked by a brick wall anymore, and that is slightly more comforting.
I am also grateful for uplifting music that portrays exactly how I feel. I have experienced a lot in my life, and I have hidden my feelings about a lot of it. Now the only thing I regret about my past is that I did not express myself, and when I did, I redacted the words soon after.

I unapologize
I meant every word
Won’t take back the way I feel about you
Can’t unsay what you heard
Cause you heard me right
And I won’t try to fighting back to hide my feelings for you
I unapologize

There’s no time to be
Holding it all in and trying to pretend
That I don’t care feel anything
Oh, I shouldn’t have said I’m sorry

At the moment this song resonates with me. I am not sorry for how I feel. I am not ashamed, because I have nothing that needs to be hidden. I still have things to confront, but I think I will soon be prepared to do that. It is scary to think about, and it will be hard. But it is not something that is impossible anymore.

On another note, I feel like my blog has been becoming serious on a regular basis... I can't have that happening now, can I?

    Bill, Jim, and Scott were at a convention together and were
    sharing a large suite on the top of a 75 story sky scraper.
    After a long day of meetings they were shocked to hear that the
    elevators in their hotel were broken and they would have to climb
    75 flights of stairs to get to their room.  Bill said to Jim and
    Scott, let's break the monotony of this unpleasant task by
    concentrating on something interesting.  I'll tell jokes for 25
    flights, and Jim can sing songs for 25 flights, and Scott can
    tell sad stories the rest of the way.  At the 26th floor Bill
    stopped telling jokes and Jim began to sing.  At the 51st floor
    Jim stopped singing and Scott began to tell sad stories.  "I will
    tell my saddest story first," he said.  "I left the room key in
    the car!" 

And of course I must have something that proves how politically correct I am... bwa ha ha

Little Red Riding Hood

There once was a young person named Little Red Riding Hood who lived on the edge of a large forest full of endangered owls and rare plants that would probably provide a cure for cancer if only someone took the time to study them.

Red Riding Hood lived with a nurture giver whom she sometimes referred to as "mother", although she didn't mean to imply by this term that she would have thought less of the person if a close biological link did not in fact exist. Nor did she intend to denigrate the equal value of nontraditional households, although she was sorry if this was the impression conveyed.

One day her mother asked her to take a basket of organically grown fruit and mineral water to her grandmother's house.

"But mother, won't this be stealing work from the unionized people who have struggled for years to earn the right to carry all packages between various people in the woods?"

Red Riding Hood's mother assured her that she had called the union boss and gotten a special compassionate mission exemption form.

"But mother, aren't you oppressing me by ordering me to do this?"

Red Riding Hood's mother pointed out that it was impossible for women to oppress each other, since all women were equally oppressed until all women were free.

"But mother, then shouldn't you have my brother carry the basket, since he's an oppressor, and should learn what it's like to be oppressed?"

Red Riding Hood's mother explained that her brother was attending a special rally for animal rights, and besides, this wasn't stereotypical women's work, but an empowering deed that would help engender a feeling of community.

"But won't I be oppressing Grandma, by implying that she's sick and hence unable to independently further her own selfhood?"

But Red Riding Hood's mother explained that her grandmother wasn't actually sick or incapacitated or mentally handicapped in any way, although that was not to imply that any of these conditions were inferior to what some people called "health".

Thus Red Riding Hood felt that she could get behind the idea of delivering the basket to her grandmother, and so she set off.

Many people believed that the forest was a foreboding and dangerous place, but Red Riding Hood knew that this was an irrational fear based on cultural paradigms instilled by a patriarchal society that regarded the natural world as an exploitable resource, and hence believed that natural predators were in fact intolerable competitors.

Other people avoided the woods for fear of thieves and deviants, but Red Riding Hood felt that in a truly classless society all marginalized peoples would be able to "come out" of the woods and be accepted as valid lifestyle role models.

On her way to Grandma's house, Red Riding Hood passed a woodchopper, and wandered off the path, in order to examine some flowers.

She was startled to find herself standing before a Wolf, who asked her what was in her basket.

Red Riding Hood's teacher had warned her never to talk to strangers, but she was confident in taking control of her own budding sexuality, and chose to dialogue with the Wolf.

She replied, "I am taking my Grandmother some healthful snacks in a gesture of solidarity."

The Wolf said, "You know, my dear, it isn't safe for a little girl to walk through these woods alone."

Red Riding Hood said, "I find your sexist remark offensive in the extreme, but I will ignore it because of your traditional status as an outcast from society, the stress of which has caused you to develop an alternative and yet entirely valid worldview. Now, if you'll excuse me, I would prefer to be on my way."

Red Riding Hood returned to the main path, and proceeded towards her Grandmother's house.

But because his status outside society had freed him from slavish adherence to linear, Western-style thought, the Wolf knew of a quicker route to Grandma's house.

He burst into the house and ate Grandma, a course of action affirmative of his nature as a predator. Then, unhampered by rigid, traditionalist gender role notions, he put on Grandma's nightclothes, crawled under the bedclothes, and awaited developments.

Red Riding Hood entered the cottage and said, "Grandma, I have brought you some cruelty free snacks to salute you in your role of wise and nurturing matriarch."

The Wolf said softly "Come closer, child, so that I might see you."

Red Riding Hood said, "Goddess! Grandma, what big eyes you have!"

"You forget that I am optically challenged."

"And Grandma, what an enormous, what a fine nose you have."

"Naturally, I could have had it fixed to help my acting career, but I didn't give in to such societal pressures, my child."

"And Grandma, what very big, sharp teeth you have!"

The Wolf could not take any more of these specist slurs, and, in a reaction appropriate for his accustomed milieu, he leaped out of bed, grabbed Little Red Riding Hood, and opened his jaws so wide that she could see her poor Grandmother cowering in his belly.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Red Riding Hood bravely shouted.

"You must request my permission before proceeding to a new level of intimacy!"

The Wolf was so startled by this statement that he loosened his grasp on her.

At the same time, the woodchopper burst into the cottage, brandishing an ax.

"Hands off!" cried the woodchopper.

"And what do you think you're doing?" cried Little Red Riding Hood.

"If I let you help me now, I would be expressing a lack of confidence in my own abilities, which would lead to poor self esteem and lower achievement scores on college entrance exams."

"Last chance, sister! Get your hands off that endangered species!

This is an FBI sting!" screamed the woodchopper, and when Little Red Riding Hood nonetheless made a sudden motion, he sliced off her head.

"Thank goodness you got here in time," said the Wolf. "The brat and her grandmother lured me in here. I thought I was a goner."

"No, I think I'm the real victim, here," said the woodchopper.
"I've been dealing with my anger ever since I saw her picking those protected flowers earlier. And now I'm going to have such a trauma. Do you have any aspirin?"

"Sure," said the Wolf.

"Thanks."

"I feel your pain," said the Wolf, and he patted the woodchopper on his firm, well padded back, gave a little belch, and said "Do you have any Maalox?"

Teenage Mother

He saw her once, and later twice

So different from the others

Her beauty held him in a thrall

That was my teenage mother

The time it flew,they thought they knew

much better than their mothers

They prematurely proved their love

The world, theirs to discover

A season passed, and life did too

The earth, the snow did cover

The young girl cried beneath a tree

Too young to be a mother

The baby came, and time flew by

A boy, my older brother

Change separated the couple's path

Away, this took my mother

Yet on her own, forgot, alone

No man to give her cover

She left at home two daughters

Forgot she is a mother

Now I, while growing, must learn how

To nurture and raise others.

The burden of my parent's choice

Made me a teenage mother

My life, chaotic, rarely bright

My soul is often smothered

I have no choice. I must press on

The duties of another

She hovers near, I suffocate

Her pattern starts to stutter.

I carry on, with strength of will

I, now, a teenage mother.

Unintentional Examples

Today was amazing. I received a lot of personal insight from the Conference talks so far, but that was not the best part. In between sessions, while I was out with my "wardies" eating brunch, I received a text from my mother who is inactive. The text mentioned that she was watching conference, and that she was proud of the example I have set. And to confirm she actually watched the session this morning she said that she wished she could rewind the section of Dallin H. Oaks talk about having a personal line of revelation and a priesthood line, and how one suffers without the other. When I buy conference issue of the Ensign she wants a copy too, which is money I am more than willing to spend. Eeeeek!

This is a very exciting development!

Influences

I have learned through my life that the people you surround yourself with influence you life. Whether that influence is positive or negative depends on their character. I have 5 roommates and they are all wonderful to be around. Their characters I can see shaping me closer to the person that I want to become. This is a rare feeling for me.
Michelle is the matriarch. She shares a room with me, and is a constant reminder of the spiritual aspects of my life that need improvement. With her I am continuously surrounded by pictures of Prophets, temples, spiritual music, and the savior.

Aubry is the sweet, quiet personality. Apparently she has a dark side that we all sense because we picked her to be the criminal in a who-dun-it. She got more votes than anyone else in the apartment. She is also my history buddy.

Masae is out Japanese roommate. She goes to the Asian ward and is never home. Whenever we do see her she is always in a good mood.

Savannah is the wonderfully creative roommate who is constantly on the edge of passing out from exhaustion due to her school and work schedule. She is a lot of fun to be around... when she is coherent.

And then there is Lynnae, with whom I spend a large amount of time. She has the most life experience in common with me. She is the person who stays up with me really late and we just talk about life, boys, memories, and whatever happens to come into context. To make a long explanation short... I absolutely adore her.

Now as I continue to write about my day, I shall make numerous grammatical mistakes to drive Lynnae's nerd crazy. (P.S. I love you!)

today Was general conference? the talks were absolutely reallllly well. There were a few of them that struck home and made me think that God was lecturing me ever so slightly. Especially Elder Scott's comment "Be thankful that god lets you struggle for a long time before an answer comes". This made me cringe when I think about what is goin on in my life at the moment. This past week the same themes are reoccurring: patience.... not passing judgement... patience, faith, patience, patience.... and ummm, lets see.... patience?
Since God has made it so obvious that what I need to do is not do anything, i am not sure what to focus on in the meantime. School, church.... I need to start going to the temple every week again, and I found myself a gym buddy so that I feel like I am being active. (Thank you Kunkee!)
Until next time....

BON JOVI!!!!!!

Grr

I really wish you would put your lip over your face and swallow it.

Its Like Telling A Comedian "You're too funny. I don't like you."

quote

You cannot be angry with God without believing in Him.

Busy

This week has been crazy busy with finals. Not much to say... just a lot of the same stuff.

Sarcastic Comment of the Day:
Our terrier Penny would not stop yapping.
My Aunt yells "I have the power to make you die!!!!!"
I laughed

Day Two

So today, after I finished my history test, I went home and continued to move my belongings to my new apartment. This is exhausting when it requires going up and down two flights of stairs. I soon remembered that I was supposed to meet up with a friend to train him at the gym today at one. I was a little bit late, but nonetheless made it to the appointment. The next hour and a half was quite enjoyable... at least it was for me. I made him run for twenty minutes on the treadmill, sprinting the last two. He did a lot better than last time... because this time cardio was not followed by the inability to walk and the urge to pass out. I ran him through a few workouts on machines, but what made this session so fun was that I ran workouts on the mats. I was getting so many weird looks from people. On person went back and forth multiple times, staring. I am not sure what was going through his head. A few people were looking at my victim (the friend I am training) with pity. And my favorite part was the looks I got from a few guys who, who are twice my size, and about three times my weight. The phrase going through their mind was obvious by the looks on their faces. While the watched me smiling as quarts of sweat are dripping off my friend their eyes were telling me "you are sadistic." I guess it might be weird that I enjoy working people out to about an inch of consciousness, but my dear friend was not complaining because he wants to lose ten pounds before his girlfriend comes back at the end of the month. This makes me think. Many guys are in awe at females who pour boiling hot wax on various bodyparts in order to make themselves more appealing. But males do this too. While females are scorching themselves, men spend countless hours working out and doing extremely stupid things that most often cause pain simply to attract the females who attempt rip every unattractive hair from their body. Why must we all resort to pain? I have no clue, because I am one of those guilty of putting myself through major discomfort for the sole reason of attracting a member of the opposite gender.

Sarcastic quote of the day:

Support Bacteria- they're the only culture some people have.

	History test. Two essay questions. Two pages each. Forty minutes to finish. TGIF

Getting Started

So this whole blog is purely for the use of sending my unspoken thought out into the world for others to read.... or not. It really doesn't matter that much. I have a theory that people hold in too much than is good... and then the people who should hold things in usually choose not to ( or they are unaware that they have a choice in the matter, it is a compulsion).

So today it rained. Not usually a good sign for the start of the day, but progression of time is sometimes helpful... only sometimes. I went to my only class of the day, weight training. Since I am participating in a research study (which is being conducted by my coach) I am not allowed to work out. This is ever so slightly annoying, but I just get so much enjoyment from being stuck 6 times in both my thigh and my calf and spending 15 minutes standing on a machine that vibrates me hard enough that my teeth feel like cracking and I can't see straight. RIGHT!  So I walked all the way to campus, into the weight training room, said "I'm here!" and then walked out. I hiked the stars of death to upper campus to go to the testing center. I attempted to take a test, guess what? The  testing center was closed. So I walked home, considering whether owning a giraffe as a pet was ethical, I still don't know my opinion on that one.
I can't complain about everything. When I did get the opportunity to take my test I earned a 100% (yay me!). Upon arriving at my apartment, I found that my wonderful roommate made wheat cinnamon rolls (yumm!). And I walked in on an in depth conversation about the next moves of the Nefarious Lady Deathmoon (villian), the Ubiquitious Pink Ninja (hero), and the duplicitious character of the Doppleganger. All of these characters are created to represent each person in my apartment. I am still trying to decide on a character and name. If you have any ideas please let me know. My creative juices are lacking considerably at the present moment.

The comment of the day: This section is dedicated to the comment that made me smile the most during the day.

*Upon hearing that Prop 8 had been overturned, my usually quiet and meek roommate replied "Is it wrong that assassination came to mind?"
The answer to that is "Yes, oddly quiet roommate, assassination is wrong. But kudos for the cynical remark used to vent your frustration."

*I mean no animosity to the gay community by posting this, it was just an oddly entertaining situation to observe. To quote Myq Kaplan "I am gay friendly, which in high school meant I was gay. I hate the term 'gay friendly' it makes me Straight angry." "American prejudice has reached new levels. They used to outlaw interracial marriage. Black people should not marry whites, they should marry blacks. Now they are saying Gay people shouldn't marry gays, they should marry....... us?"