The Internet is Awesome

It doesn't take long for me to lose hours in reading a website. I sign on to look at one thing, and BAM, it's been three hours and I've read 36 pages of MLIA or whatever.

But the sites I frequent the most include:

http://www.mylifeisaverage.com/ (of course)

http://www.homemadepolariod.com/ (which usually consists of giraffe drawings)

http://www.awkwardfamilyphotos.com/ (speaks for itself)

http://www.theoatmeal.com/ (started with "how to pet a kitty" when Dani sent it to me a few weeks ago)

http://www.dearblankpleaseblank.com/ (which I believe I have talked about before :D)

Oh, and, you know. Blogger :) And Barnesandnoble.com, of course.

The Toaster Oven Scandal

About two hours ago, I decided, "Hey, I'm hungry. I think I'll make one of those disgusting looking french-bread pizzas that have been sitting in the freezer for the last few weeks, because we have nothing else to eat in the house."

So, naturally, I look at the box and say, "Half an hour? Shoot dang, I'm not cooking this thing in the oven for 30 minutes! I've got things to do! I'm hungry!" because, really, what else is there to say?

I decide to pop it in the ancient looking toaster oven, hoping against hope that it'll cook faster than the oven, but not make it all gross and soggy and half-way cooked like the ancient microwave we have in this house.

Needless to say, it burned the heck out of that poor little frenchbread pizza in less than six minutes.

But what's making me wonder... it's been over two hours, and despite the fact that I opened all the kitchen windows, turned on the overhead fan in the kitchen, and the microwave/fan/thing over the oven on full blast (making Diego run under the bed because it sounds like a jet plane is about to take off from our front porch), it still smells horrendously disgusting in here.


I had chocolate milk for lunch.

Jerks

Again, it is coming to my attention that, outside of the little world of Mormons which I so love to just dive into and surround myself with, there are many jerks in the world. Just plain old not-nice people that even I have a hard time finding some good trait within. Grinches of everyday life with terrible motives and selfish perspectives and just all around jerkiness. And, unfortunatly, these people-of-jerkish-nature tend to find high places in life, and typically are in positions where they can make our lives Hades and we just have to smile and nod, or else they fail you/fire you/take away your funding/don't let you out of your parking ticket.

Ugh.

Smile and nod, boys. Smile and nod. We'll get them in the end... because good always prevails, right? Right?

(And in the meantime, we'll just vent our frustrations on our blogs. Sigh).

Proof of Good Animal-Karma

Took a picture! Bahahaha...

Okay, so it's totally nonattractive, but I did just wake up. And it's blurry, but really, you can't blame my mom for her lack of camera phone skills.

This, my dear friends, is how I am forced to use my computer. With my cat thinking it's a personal, warm sling for him. (He's usually lying over both arms, but I'd shimmied the other one out to give the phone to my mom). It's a wonder I don't get carpal tunnel from it all...

Look at that innocent little face, like "What? How could this possibly inconvience you?"

Oh, Diego. You sure are spoiled.

Animal Karma

I like to believe that I have good animal karma. My cat is one of the most loved creatures out there. This does not mean that I feed him real, raw meat, or push him around in his own stroller so that he can come to the mall with me. I do not buy him costumes or sweaters (although he does get a big bow on Christmas, because, well, it's tradition). Nope, it's kitty kibble (although he does have a pretty expensive diet one that the vet prescribed, because he's quite... shall we say... plump) and tap water for Diego, but he is one happy boy, because we are all quite fond of him. Whenever he walks by, it's "Here, kitty kitty! Come see me!" or just a "Hey there, big boy!" greeting. We do enjoy our cat.

Okay, maybe I spoil him. He currently is lying on my arms, purring like a jet engine, cramping up my arm and making typing quite difficult. I really need to take a picture of this... And I did bejewel his collar when I was fourteen with star rhinestones that fell off and turqouise puffy paint, declaring "STUD MUFFIN."

ANYWAYS, besides Diego, back to my karmatic energy, animal-specified. I do quite enjoy animals, of the non-reptile variety, that is. I like them, and I like to think that they like me, and because I am kind, my animal-releated karma is quite good.

If I were to be reincarnated as an animal however, I do believe I would be someone else's housecat that, like Diego, is appreciated and sometimes given little pieces of donut and cheese-it crackers (his two favorite foods).

(Even though, you know, I don't believe in reincarnation. But I do think it is a very creative and fun concept :D)

In Case of an Earthquake...

Today, while standing in line to check out of the craft store, these two guys came up behind me to get in line. They were speaking with heavy Spanish accents, so I assumed they were speaking Spanish. When I realized they were really speaking English, and I could understand them, this is the comversation I then over heard:

GUY #1: Should we get in that other line?

GUY #2: Nah, we should stay here.

GUY #1: Why? The other one is shorter.

GUY #2: Because if there was an earthquake, this would be the safest line because it's closest to the door. We could just run outside.

GUY #1: Really?

GUY #2: Yeah. Or you could always just jump out the window.

GUY #1: Yeah?

GUY #2: No, no, no. You could jump out the window. I'll run through the door.

GUY #1: Okay.


It's good to be prepared. The Boy Scouts would be proud.

When You Move, Do You Dance?

When you move, do you dance? When you speak, do you sing?

To some, it may be an obscure method-acting technique, but to me it's a way of way. Being aware of your movement and appreciating your body and all the things it can do gives life a certain kind of joy and humanity that you can't get any other way.

It's not a crime to love life and enjoy the simple things. In fact, I highly recommend it.

More Doodles

My cup of Koolaid was happy today :)

Doodle #6? What I did yesterday in Health Care Essentials. Poop on that class and us no longer learning!

Scary Strange

Writers are freaks.

I've been following some authors, and recently, have been looking at blogs, random videos they put on Youtube, etc, and holy crap. These people are weird.

I suppose you need some eccentricity to write about someone, something, some situation that is so absolutely normal; you can only be strange if you can look at something utterly ordinary and pick it apart so unjudgemental, so objective, that you can create it so realistically that a reader will read it and not even notice.

You need to be eccentric to understand what I just said, because, seriously, that makes no sense whatsoever.

Now, I know I have always been on the unique side (silly, random, prone-to-dancing-at-innapropriate-times, etc). I've always been aware of this.

I know I am a writer.

BUT IS IT POSSIBLE THAT I AM JUST AS ECCENTRIC AND FLAT-OUT SCARY WEIRD AS THESE LEGIT AUTHORS, and not even realize it?

AHHH!!!!!!

Doodle Progress

Okay. So I WAS serious about learning how to doodle. And while I missed the last two days (I was doing other crafty-like things, like spending money at Michaels, painting random wooden letters for my room, and organizing our office full of craft supplies-- which was quite a feat, let me tell you), I have been trying to doodle a day.

It's been kind of fun, actually. In certain areas, I'm not as inadequate as I thought I was. Huh.

MY PROGRESS AS THUS:

Day 1, doodle #1! Eh.

Day 1, Doodle #2. I do enjoy this one :)

Day 2, doodle #3. I also enjoy this one :)

The most non-legit doodle ever. I was in class, watching the movie on parasites. That what was "Not Cool." Parasites suck. Thus, inducing sucky doodles.

Day 4. So, I'm counting this one. Haha, I was bored in class. Most terrible chapter ever. Yes, this is my textbook. :)