"Today's Just the Beginning of Tomorrow"

Where they were going they wouldn't know, just yet.
For the future is so distant yet so bright.
Today's just the beginning of tomorrow.
Achievement can be such a simple task, as if to be the back of one's hand.
First steps do not involve complicated truths, nor does it include heavy burdens.
Today's just the beginning of tomorrow.
Numbers fly by freely, just as you are only under the care of your mother.
Joy is all one seeks.
Happiness is all one needs.
Something so little, so simple, can place that grin upon your face and in a blink of an eye can become complex.
Complex in the challenges one shall face each and every day.
Only to grow.
Today's just the beginning of tomorrow.

For The Sake Of My Ears...Fix Yourself

Can you guess what the record is?

I'm grateful to have found an RCA Victrola, such a beaut. Everything on the baby works fine..er..well really just the turn-table. The big problem with it, and I've been telling myself to fix it, is the volume doesn't quite work. Which makes the phonograph just an object to be viewed.

Well, there is some sound. That's only if I turn the balance all the way to the left and turn everything else all the way up. I've had my fun with some vinyl records but I may be missing some dialogue on them Macbeth plays. Cursed stereo sound, they didn't have that back in Shakespeare's time.

Anywhoo, I finally got to opening the baby up. Dusty, very very dusty. After cleaning it and inspecting it some more, it's not anything of loose wiring's that can be easily fixed. So we're gonna have to have someone look at it. Which brings me to this weeks "Bitch of the Week!"

Drum roll, please...........................aaannnddd this weeks bitch is..........Shitty Wiring!

This is how robot organs look like

If you were in my shoes, then you'd understand. I just want this baby to be fixed, is that soo much to ask? and to have it moved downstairs and the place cleaned up and the entertainment center shifted a little to the left and to turn the guest room into a sewing room? Maybe a little overboard, but it's not something that can't be on my list of goals for the summer! One more week basically! HOORAY! Now I need a shower...go ahead, fantasies about it.

The Cow Jumped...Over The Moon (Title Irrelevant)

I'm pretty persistent about doing my homework...HA! If only I was on top of things..aaannnddd DOUBLE WHAMMY! After this week is a well deserved summer, kind of. It's not like I had a problem with only taking two classes this semester and always had my homework done on time, or at least ten minutes before class. I mean come on, we're not Garrett who gets his done five minutes before class. Applause. You can't help but feel terrible for not doing your homework when you don't really have an excuse for it. What? I'm gonna tell my english teacher that I was so stressed about drawing Delacroix's work and catching up to thirty pages of sketches that I couldn't read a three page article? Or tell my drawing teacher that I was so stressed about writing a seven page essay that I couldn't draw a quick sketch of my hand? That could've worked. Dammit. Two more weeks of this and I'll be free to bathe in my self loathing and question the whereabouts of oneself in five years. God give me strength.

Summer goals are always good. I'll definitely need to fix up the ol' bike and give myself the satisfaction of a firm ass once more. That and to free myself of these love handles. You ladies know you love them though...No? I speak for all of us, especially Alex maybe, that we need to break in Abel's mom's pool at the condos before we are stripped of our pooling privaledges. From that point on, where will we enjoy a good round of "blind man" or "sit downs"? Maybe we'll just have to build a pool like every summer's dream.

Well I'm ready for the summer! Maybe less time in the Heart O' The Wasatch will keep me conscious. I mean I'm already for everything planned! Even got a quick trim for the summer breeze...

It got darker, but I do like me some bread.
PS, The pictures are backwards...whoa...

I have 11 hours, in which 3 should be sleep..

I'm not really stuck on writing my argument paper for English but rather slowly catching up to my flow of words. So, let the blogging warm up brain. To be honest, I'm also getting quite sleepy. The brain can only take so much logical fallacies/strong thesis/transition words/music industry facts before it melts out of my head and become ear muffs for the season. It is spring though, so that won't be necessary. Therefore, I'm gonna have to breathe through this on my own to prevent such casualties. You wanna talk music's collapse? We'll talk music's collapse.

But let us side track for a moment and bring up a little section I used to bring to the World Wide Web called "Bitch of the Week". What is this, exactly? Well to copy and paste from such promotional pages of Everyone But Ashley, "Bitch of the Week" is explained as follows, "In everyone's life there's always the person that irritates or makes [others] annoyed. It can be the most random idiotic thing, or just the person has nothing better to do than to bitch about someone, Or just for the fun of it, which we are doing this, call someone a "Bitch". Welcome to the world, where people are people...". I'm going to be forward when I say it doesn't necessarily have to be a person. It can be a person, place, or thing. A noun, if I may? Well, to keep this simple, and for a fresh start on this in over a year, we'll bash on (quick drum roll) The Green Brothers! AKA Garrett and Taylor.

This was his reaction when I told him I was pregnant,
and that he was Bitch of the Week.

I was just gonna say Taylor but lets spice things up. Shall we? To be quick and simple on Taylor, and this is for the benefit of Garrett, I'll simply quote him. Warning: quote may be subject to questioning. "It's too cold and windy rah rah rah" -Taylor. You're welcome Garrett. Now for the benefit of everyone else, Garrett Green, the douche bag gay pirate (dubbed courtesy of Dr. LonshanksPHD). I applaud the manpris, but I sink in my self sorrow from not being able to decipher thunder from lightning. That was only once, thank you very much. With the cool new haircut, he's out to make judgements of his own. He would "strike down upon thee with great vengeance" when he plays god. Though, limited, his random outbursts will leave you dissatisfied in horror with comments such as "you don't have to contribute to the noise" (applaud) and "I ordered a waffle". And a post script to both, neither have blogged about how wonderful Alex, Jon, and Abel have been to them when they were picked on by the seniors in high school. (dramatization may not have happened) But with all due respect, we enjoy both's company and each has one's own personality.

Next week I'll consider what I had in mind for this weeks BOTW. *CoughCautiousParents?Cough* Respect, though. Well, guess I'm out of time and we can't really talk music now.

Matt Thorup Vs. Kevin Devine

The first time I ever met Matt, my brain and I are in a argument of either it was at bowling or pre-thanksgiving (In which I was ninja-ed and avenged), he bore a striking resemblance to Kevin Devine. It's kind of hard to tell, but for those of you who know Matt, look up Kevin Devine and you might agree with me. Both have wonderful personalities of their own. Kevin puts on fantastic shows and I've been able to chat with him a few times, and Matt kicks ass and is a bad ass and you shouldn't mess with him. (especially if he's got a slap on bracelet) Anyone who needs logos, websites, stationary, biz cards, or anything else dealing with graphic design, then look no further, Matt Thorup of Ninjabot Graphics can help. Check him out here. Sorry ladies, he's married. And if you have never heard of Kevin Devine, might I suggest him. His myspace is here. Message to Carla, if she ever reads this. Sorry, but I stole the picture of Matt from you. Which one? I don't even know anymore! You can prolly tell who's who though. Forgive me?

Easter Sunday!

Lest we forget that Easter is about Jesus' resurrection after dying for our sins. Now, after watching the kids decorate eggs, I remembered the days of young where I was able to personalize my own egg. I don't know if anyone remembers, but they had a Ninja Turtles kit for all my decorative/dyeing egg purposes. Well the kit had stickers to put on top of the egg and little cutouts of the turtles to stick in them so it would look like they were poppin out of the egg. If only the interweb had a picture of it, then you wouldn't think I'm crazy. They exist, I swear! Well, till I can find proof, here's a movie we should all watch on easter...It's a nice day, maybe I'll sit back to a nice book and procrastinate a little. Jesus DIED for our sins. Kids DYED eggs today. Coincidence? I think not. "The chocolate eggs are brown just like the cross Jesus was on." Eddie Izzard Reference.

Hence Forth The World Will Know That I Have No Life!

Blogger, I See. Just so everyone knows, this certain area of "chitter chatter" will be full of grammatic errors. Grammatic, I believe, is not even a word! I'll try to sound intellectual but will prolly end up scraping my knees and bitch about it. Apparently Paige said that I seemed like someone who would blog, well I sure proved her wrong...till now. Bless her heart. Then Garrett said (Warning: Overexaggeration) that I would be the coolest/awesomest/handsomest blogger and would be wonders at it! Well I'm sure gonna prove him wrong! Fuck Garrett...but I digress, he IS (Warning: Overexaggeration) the coolest/awesomest/handsomest man that will read all of my shitty rants. Might I add...only man? Well here's to you, Mrs. Robinson! Jesus loves you more than you will know! Whoa Whoa Whoa! Oh! And Jesus died today some time ago..but he'll come back..this problems gonna last more than a weekend...