New Camera! Rejoice!

Got a new camera today! I'm soo excited for photog class now. More pictures to come during the summer!

Another Week's Another Story..Oh, And Bitch Of The Week #4 & 5

And then your mind goes blank. Questioning yourself on whether or not you did anything exciting this week? Oh! But the Manchester Orchestra concert was most enjoyable! Had a wonderful lunch at Eggs In The City, quite possibly the cutest breakfast/lunch corner ever.

But let's jump back to a couple of weeks ago. The first Tuesday of May is Teacher Appreciation Day, and all that week is Teacher Appreciation Week. So, to show my appreciation, I decided that I would go on a hunt to find my 5th grade teacher Ms. Shoell, who was later married with the name Mrs. Banks. To go back even further, a story that leads to a story, fate would have had its way as to put Taylor Green in a minor yet nerve racking, on his part, accident. Apparently, the women whom he had side swiped his car into would have known me by name and would know my cousin Aimee. One thing lead to another and eventually asked if I had been keeping up with Mrs. Banks. Last I've seen her, she was at Hillcrest for the dance company nationals, or something rather. News was given to me that my former teacher was on her way to becoming a principle. So, It was time for me to find her and thank her for making a difference in my life, and what better day than Teacher Appreciation Day!

Jump forward to two weeks ago, I found out that Allison Banks was an assistant principle at Silver Hills elementary. So, with this knowledge I set forth on what was possibly a 30 minute drive out to Kearns. As some may know, to get to Kearns, depending on the route, you have to drive through Taylorsville. Lets face it, people in Taylorsville are ridiculous drivers. At Silver Hills, I find out that the principle at Twin Peaks fell ill and that they needed someone to take over. Who else but to ask Mrs. Banks. I guess that you can just take anyone's assistant principle as they choose.

Twin Peaks was only a 10 minute drive from my house. Thus I had to track my way back through Taylorsville (shudder) and all the way to the east side of the city to get to Twin Peaks. When I reached the school and found the main entrance, the flagpole gives it away peolple, I was pretty nervous and excited to find my ex-teacher in the principles office. At this point, I start to studder as I try to force the words out. Thank God she remembered me, that helped a ton. We caught up with one another and Aimee, who was on this little adventure with me. Now you can go back to my little drive story and add Aimee to my frustration. I thanked Mrs. Banks, for if it wasn't for her I don't think I'd be much of a reader now a days.

It's tough to find a teacher who would treat their students as if they were their own kids, and for that I am grateful. I feel like I had much more to say to her, but at that point I'd just be speechless where no matter what I'd say, it wouldn't even amount to how great of a teacher she was. Thank You Mrs. Banks.

So, one of the means to stay in contact with her was Facebook. (Gasp! Fuck facebook!) Everyone and their dog has facebook! (Gasp!) That's not true, Everyone plus their dogs plus their dogs fleas have facebook! (Gasp!) Which leads to a little section I enjoy ranting about in called Bitch of the Week!

This weeks bitch is..........(Taylor does a drumroll here, and Garrett would prolly poke fun)............Facebook! (Gasp!) I used to be succumbed into the evil that is Facebook (Gasp!), but one night I say nah to thee! Reasons I left are a subject of question, but so are so many things in my life. A few of these reasons include the fact that Everyone and their dogs and their dogs fleas know what I'm up to, who I talk to, and what photos I post up of me smoking a bong in which they will kick me out of the Olympics. Whoopdidoo! Next thing you'll know people on facebook (Gasp!) will know I'm jackin it, they prolly have an app for that. It's like I'm forced to eevesdrop on there, and this little soul can only take so much of a beating.

There are plus sides to it like keeping in contact with people...that's it for me really. That idea only tempts to return, in which I'm border line doing it. As promised, If I ever return to facebook (Gasp!) I'll fuck myself. Sorry kids. I'll be ready to deal with the repercussions of returning.

Last week I skipped Bitch of the Week, for it was Mother's Day. Busy day with mama, and I didn't want to be calling anyone a bitch that day. But in honor of Mother's Day, and I would never call anyone's Mom a bitch but desperate times calls for desperate measures, I would like to call your attention to what would be last weeks (Garrett takes over on rolling).......Bitch of the Week!!................and it is.......Alasdair's mom! And all the guys in my room, and then some, on band tour would applaud this decision. Lets keep it brief and I'll number it for you in these bullets! YAY!

1. She barges into your room on tour, unannounced, while your completely naked. You like what you see? Oh, and their are no girls or anyone else who doesn't belong in this room here. Now, skidaddle. Shoo shoo.
2. With just me and Jill in the hall and not a third party member. I was forced to go back to my room as Jill got a nice little notice about the third party rule. Sexism? Don't think so. Productionism? That's more like it! I just needed Skintimate to shave me legs.
3. She prolly smelled like haggis. (Fact uncertain)

Well, that's it for this week. Once again, I didn't provide any visual aid. Should've brought my camera on the adventures. So, heres a photo from tour!

"Yes Mitchell, I cartwheel better in the nude."

Bitch of the Week! #3

I may be jumping into this situation as a hypocrite, but lately I've been trying to correct myself. I'd like to thank my English teacher for this problem, with good intentions, but lately I've been looking at things from more perspectives than just black and white. Even if you only have two sides to something, it's better than just one.

I, myself, have been a bias fuck who chose sides with the commoners and never gave much care for another opinion. This also works with being frustrated or annoyed with someone without looking at things thoroughly and letting your bitterness get to you. Over the years I have been this kind of person, and it's a terrible feeling when you realize how much you hurt the ones closest to you. They have my empathy, but I wouldn't take back anything I've done or said. They've helped me learn who I am. It's better to be honest, have an understanding, and fix those problems than to lie your way through it.

Well if any of this makes sense, then I direct you to our Bitch of the Week!! Drumroll.................................People who don't view things from many perspectives. It's easy to pick sides, but educate yourself beforehand. It prolly makes you look less like a fool and asswhole if you did. I guess a part of me is bitch this week.

Man, now I'm questioning if I'm sexist for saying bitch of the week? That or realizing what I'm really saying. Dick of the Week? It just sounds weird...penis. And since there's really no picture for this particular botw, heres a picture Abel made for LilChaseN'LilAbel.

Click to view!...As narrated by Morgan Freeman

If you're questioning why I started with #3, well, I did dubb bitch of the weeks beforehand on blogger. It's just under different titles. Just click on the subject Bitch of the Week and you'll prolly find them.

Fall Semester 2008

I found this amongst the scribbles of my MetalWest note pad, represent Green!, and I figured I'd slowly watch myself progress in writing...or watch it reverse.

These clouds can put me in such a mood
That any movement would keep me still
My mind goes blank as it runs dry
While I'm staring off into this crowded sky
Waiting for a moment when the sun seers through my eyes
Moving to block it's rays
A quick shudder from my skin to my bones as the breeze passes
Forcing what's bare of my chest to be covered in my arms warm embrace
I'm growing restless as it's getting colder
The wind echoes through the trees as they swing and sway
Stripped of what covers it's branches
Only to return to it's roots

"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.