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.

Winter Picnic!

Maybe I got the idea after writing an unrequited song about Julia Nunes, pretty lame. Hey, I was 19 and that...was a long time ago. Now, after my coming of manhood, age 20 *cough* almost 21, I've realized that my silly dreams of writing cliche songs to an internet, ukulele, playing, girl won't get me anywhere. Plus it was just a fantasy, and we've all been there right? Princess Leia, Amy Adams, Draybabe aka Mrs. Draper (My Clothing Teacher). I better stop here or I'm gonna start rethinking my relationship (almost typed relationshup which would be awesome and something someone dating Mason could say [He better trademark that shit]), with Kara. I kid I kid!




Anywhoo, to start off the new year, I went on a winter picnic with Ms. Kara Henrie. She's prolly right, people just don't question the things we do anymore. But that's just how we are? Who else does things like paint on leaves and such, 3D sidewalk chalk at night, and have winter picnics? Well, it's just not common I guess but they're fun and that's all that matters. Items on the menu for the evening consisted of chicken noodle soup and some hot apple cider. You know, something to keep us warm out in the cold. There are other methods but that either consists of putting on more layers or taking them off. We're in a public park people, come on!

I wonder what other silly adventures we'll go on in the future?