Return of the Whale Rider. Ooo!

Currently listening to "Road to Joy" whilst writing this post. I guess that sentence doesn't have a concrete verb--curse you, English major! I figured out how to put my whale picture back up on the blog. Many courteous thank yous to Abel Mason Perry for photoshopping me. I should have closed my fist so that it looks better as I hold the whale tack. I'm not sure if that's the right term since not many ride whales. I got that term from a horse tack...you know?...like horse equipments? Ha! Me neither. I had to google that--welcome to the future, where google is a verb.

Gearing towards the last two weeks of school--then it's Christmas season! YAY! Man, even just taking two classes at the U drains me of all motivation to do anything. I can't imagine how all the higher-ups are doing--them kids and their 5000+ level classes. I can't wait for these two weeks to be over. I have, so far, a paper due for ENG 3600 about Irigaray's essay which demystifies conventional views of sexuality--there I go again, incorporating my awkward writing--and a paper in my ENG 3701 about ekphrasis: in which I'll interpret Saussure's theory of the sign and also the work of Sir Thomas More (Utopia). If you're confused, imagine writing the paper. I have decided that a majority of the times, when I write a paper, I learn about the reading material as I write. I'm sure it's one of the reasons why papers are written--that and how much you've payed attention--but I feel like I didn't do my reading at all. *cough* Here's to the last two weeks of my first semester at the U! My obstacle before Christmas. To Garrett: Let's just pass...fffuck.

Christmas is coming up! Did I mention that? Well, Christmas is coming up. Aren't we excited? Yes. Yes, we are. I am prepared for the mistake I'll make by having to pay interest on my credit card this year, but I am planning on at least getting all the ones I love something little for Christmas. Ideas circulate *run list of gifts and people through my head* and the hunt begins! For all my friends who like to smoke [tobacco], should I just get them that? I mean I would have to meet up with a [tobacco store] and do sketchy business in a dark [grocery aisle] and that kind of scares me. Just don't buy shit from [Andreas]...that one was intentional. You can insert whatever name you'd like if you want. "Hhhhere's an eighth."

As an early Christmas present to myself, I have been making some deals on the kidrobot forums--which is starting to get addicting. At least it is cheaper to buy them from decent people at a fair price than to continue searching blind boxes and get doubles, which I can trade on the forums as well--thank you, kid in Cali. Exciting. Also, looking forward to weighing blind boxes at work tomorrow. What up, Chris.

I can't look back and see how many mistakes I have made. The passive and the comma splices are going to haunt me. They are meshing with my idiosyncratic speech. I can either get better or censor myself.

Welcome back, Whale Rider. Good Luck, Finals week. Merry, Christmas.

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.