birthday shout out to my co-blogger of jazzy hoes, Lindsey

Hope you have a happy 24th ya Jazzy Hoe. 

 

ECRC (and for you losers who don't know what the means, it's Enoch City Rec. Complex. Duh)

After numerous attempts to contact the ECRC committee to get the latest updates with no success, I'll just have to keep you readers on your tippy toes a little longer. I guess it's come down to the point where I'm either going to have to forfit this section of my blog, or get down and dirty and do some of the work myself.

Since I'm Jill and I never give up, I've chosen to dig deeper, go farther, and all that good stuff. This weeks update=lame. But if you can give me until next Monday, I promise you won't regret it.

For now, enjoy your week and good day!

new updates on Jazzy Hoe blog

There are some new updates to the www.jazzyhoes.blogspot.com blog, so check them out!

Also, we have some really exciting news coming up. You won't wanna miss it. Check back soon for more updates!! xoxo

TGIF, Monsters, and no sleep...

Yay. Finally. Freaking. Friday. 

I got like 3.3 hours of sleep last night and if you know me, you know that I'm going to either cry a lot today or be the biggest bitch on the planet and quite possibly both.

On a different note, I'm about to send Enna the second letter since she's been gone. If you know me, you also know this is a huge accomplishment considering one of my best friends has been gone since June and I've yet to write her once. Yeah, I'm a bad friend sometimes. And I'm a sucky letter writer. Sue me.

I just finished the final touches on a paper that's due this morning. I'm not sure how I feel about it; I'm sure I could do a much better job but this will have to do.

I'm going to go drink 5 Monsters now. And tonight, maybe I'll go see Wild Things just to live on the edge..and stuff. Hope your weekend rocks.

*oh and look forward to my Monday Madness post...it's gonna be a good one. I can feel it.

at this very moment...

• i should be writing a paper
• i should be sleeping
• i should be studying for my mid-term tomorrow
• i should be working on a presentation 
• i should be being productive

 but instead...

• i am f-booking
• i am blogging...
• i am daydreaming about winter break and not having school.
• i am wishing i was sleeping.
• i am doing everything in my power not to be productive.
• i am about to go crazy because i procrastinate so much.
• i am going to sign out of blogger and use my brain on something worthwhile.
  

do you believe in magic and soulmates?

I don't believe in magic. And I don't know if I believe in soul mates, either. Regardless though, of whether or not I believe in soul mates, it's a nice, happy thought. 
I came across this quote a few months ago and was reminded of it today: 

 

Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you, at incredible speed, traveling day and night, through blizzards and desert heat,   across torrents, through narrow passes. But will he know where to find you, recognize you when he sees you?
by John Ashbery (Taken from his poem At North Farm)

That quote makes me think about everyone I know. And everyone that I have yet to meet. It's kind of crazy thinking about how many millions of people there are in this world and that just one could be meant for me. Maybe I'll try and take on a more optimistic outlook on the soul mate front and be more open to the idea. 

Wouldn't life be great if your "soul mate" was just written down somewhere and all you had to do was give them a call and everything would obviously work out peachy for the two of you. And naturally you'd live happily ever after...

oh and i apologize i'm an unromantic freak. :)

kissing with Jill: 1010

A kiss is a kiss...Or is it? Sometimes I wonder why it's so much fun to kiss some people and so awful to kiss others?

Note: This is just me thinking at 4am. Lets not read too much into this post, okay? :)

I'm not going to lie, I've kissed a lot of people in my day. I'm not ashamed and I'm not bragging, it's just a fact. It's weird how sometimes there is an insta connection (what we like to call chemistry) and sometimes there is an insta turn-off.

I'm waiting for the day that I am with someone who I can actually like and have chemistry with. So far it seems I've got one or the other, but not both--here's to hoping that one day it'll happen.

Top 5 things I require to be satisfied with a kiss:
1. No cold sores. Or any sores at all. I might love you, but I don't have to like you (or your sore).

2. Don't drool on me, please and thank you. You aren't a baby, keep it under control.

3. Chapstick is rad. Use it. I don't wanna eat your dead lip skin.

4. Lets be comfortable with one another. I guess I don't need to know your name as long as I feel okay about being with you...

5. Take it easy. My face isn't food and you're not starving. Just relax.

Over the past couple of years I had decided that I didn't like to cuddle, be touched, etc. I have recently decided to revoke that notion. I like it.

flashback Tuesday: physical contact levels with Jill

I first came up with this post about a year ago and if you want to see the older version you can click HERE. Even if you've read the levels of physical contact before, read it again for pleasure and to see where you are currently standing in my world of no contact.Here we go:

I've never been a touchy feely kind of person and I have never really understood those that are. For instance, in middle school I had friends who would run down the hall to hug me after being separated for 45 whole minutes. I would always dodge them or just hug them to be nice--secretly I thought they were crazy...and I still do!

I've decided there are different levels of physical contact that I have in my life. Most people have certain "bubbles" or "personal space" they need to have to feel comfortable. I've been told that not only do I have a "big bubble", I have my own planet. [I'm happy to inform everyone that after writing this over a year ago, my bubble has definitely expanded. I enjoy touching much more than I did then, however, I still hold to my levels of physical contact! I have added a few new levels as well, so watch out for those!!!]

Here we go:

LEVEL 1: CREEP SMILE
The new level 1 of Jill's physical contact doesn't include any contact, just a little creep smile. This is when it's just too hard to do a genuine smile, you're really grossed out, or you can't think of anything else to do. If you've never received anything but a creep smile from me, it'd be cool if you left me alone now. Please and thank you.

LEVEL 2: THUMBS UP
The I-don't-wanna-touch-you-cause-I-might-get-a-disease THUMBS up! This pretty much sums up level 2. If you've ever receieved a thumbs up, but nothing more from me, you should probably shower or something. I might still like you, but I might just not wanna touch you. For instance, this one would be used for my good pal, Ern Dog at the Depot. Love his guts, but don't really wanna touch him. I love thumbs up though. So I'm not gonna lie, I use it quite often even on folks I'd lick.

LEVEL 3: HIGH FIVE
Super less awkward than a handshake (because honestly who does that these days) and way better than actually touching a stranger. Enough said....





LEVEL 4: FINGER TOUCH
Although slightly awkward the first time, the infamous finger touch makes for a slightly romantic, non-threatening way of showing affection. Since the creation of the finger touch over a year ago, I have stopped using this one as much due to new friends, co-workers, and aquintances. I'm totally gonna bring this baby back though! Watch out everyone! Finger touches all around!

                                                                       LEVEL 5: FULL-HAND TOUCH

The finger touch can only last so long...so the hand touch makes for a nice upgrade. Make sure you feel comfortable before moving to this step. It can get a little intense, but so worth it. 




                                                                                     LEVEL 6:  AWKWARD SIDE HUG
This is the awkward side hug. The kind that happens when one, or both people involved feel uncomfortable or unsure of what to do. I find this happening to me more often than is probably necessary or even humanly possible. (Probably why I have officially coined the "finger" and "hand" touch moves). Don't feel bad if I'm awkward when I hug you, I am awkard about 88% of the time anyway...

LEVEL 7: REAL FULL-BODY HUGS
Believe it or not, a few people actually fit into the "free hug" category with me. Once you're in, you're in and it's hard to get out (Ask my sister). I love hugging people that I love. Now that Anne will be gone for like 2 years I have no idea what I'm going to do besides squeeze the shiz outta Joey Bear. 

LEVEL 8: KISSING
Kissing. I do enjoy kissing quite a lot. And a few people also fit into this level. Lucky if you're one of them! Too bad if you're not! 
(There is currently no one in this category. At least not after tomorrow when the sis leaves. I guess a year ago I was gettin' a lot more action than I am now...boo for that.)

 LEVEL 9: LICKING
The last and most intense level is licking. Air licks, real licks, any kind of licks. I give out licks fairly freely among my close friends and family members, much to their dismay. I've even got Joey (little bro) doing air licks now...he's such a bad ass. Love it. I'm happy to report that even a year later I'm still handin' out air licks like candy on Halloween. You know you want one...


So there you have it. Rate yourself on my physical contact scale to measure our friendship. If you're not pleased on where we are on the scale, let me know and I'll probably air lick you.

my little baby sister is leaving...

wtf am i am going to do without Enna Bear? fml.

but really, I'll miss the shit out of Anne. She's gonna have a rockin' good time in the big Philippines: eating dog, chasing spiders bigger than our ex-pet dog Teenie, maybe teachin' some peeps about God.

Pretty sure no matter what goes down in the big P, Anne will do great cause she takes after me and she's freakin' awesome. Go kick some ass  butt!

xoxoxoxoxo

neglectful jill is here

Dear Bloggie,
Sorry that I keep updating my Jazzy Hoe blog instead of you. I'll try harder to keep you going as well.
Love,
Jill

Invisible Children Documentary

 Since it's been a good while since I blogged about something that I care a lot about, I've decided to spotlight the Invisible Children of Northern Uganda. If you don't know about these children, you're missing out. Take the time to watch this documentary. It's well worth the time.

You can watch the documentary  by click on the link below:

Invisible Children Documentary

JAZZY HOES IN THE 84270 and beyond!

If you're wondering what in the world a JAZZY HOE is, please go to the newest blog creation and find out! Although I'd love to take full credit for this blog, I need to thank my co-creator, Lindsey....or Jazzmine, for all her hard work as well. Now enjoy!

www.jazzyhoes.blogspot.com

You won't be disappointed. Trussssssssst me. :)

250 Days of Summer and sister sleepovers

Last night Enna and I attempted to watched her newest fav movie 500 Days of Summer. We only made it half way but it was cute. :) I'll finish the rest today, I'm sure.

We were busy cuddling, licking, punching, laughing and doing what we do best, not sleeping. Finally I had to go sleep in my own bed. It reminded me of my childhood.

I used to beg Anne to have sleepovers with me and she would always give in because she's cool like that. Anyway, after about an hour of fighting in bed I would want to sleep by myself but she would always get so mad and never want to leave so then it'd turn into a huge fight. I guess I'm just not meant to have a bed partner. Damn. It was fun anyway, Enna Poo.

I'll sure miss her while she's gone.

Michael Jackson, RIP would ya?

IF YOU WANNA BE EXTREMELY HAPPY CLICK HERE!

Trust me. My sister just wrote a blog and you'll wanna read it. It's about MJ and Joey...it's a good one!

new age thugs

Since today is Thug Thursday, I decided to show you what's up in the new world of thugging. No longer is it cool to be a Thug in real life because E-thugging has really started to take off. And can you blame the little wiggers?? E-Thug for life, man!

um, wigga wednesday?!

If this doesn't make you happy-sad, I don't know what will? Poor individual. I mean, I know we all have our off days...but couldn't they let her do a re-take. The chick was bawling and probably needed a breathe of air. Eff you CCPD. 

Eff you...

1 week of Enna

My baby sis leaves in one week. :( Imma miss her little guts, but I know she'll have a fantastic time in the Philippines! 

Love you, Enna Bear!

Enoch City Rec Complex: Phase Three

I know you're all dying to know the latest update on the Recreational Complex, so I've driven out to inspect the grounds to look for any possible signs of work. At first I thought I noticed a few weeds missing, but I think maybe the wind just blew them away.

Surprise....

nothing has changed. yay, Enoch.

There's still an empty field with no sign of Recreational anything going on.

Keep your fingers crossed for next week. The upcoming snow is really going to put a damper on all the exciting progress I see going on out there.

BUMMER!

R.I.P. Jackson Lynard Decker

Jack was a good iPod and is already very missed. I'm not sure how he died, but he's gone. I guess if he reapprears I'll have a party for him.

Either way, I love you Jackie Boy.

sleeping pills, grandmas, and school

I guess I'm turning into a grandma or something, but pretty sure I've either been in bed by 10:00pm every night or wanting to be in bed by then. I used to like nights. I was a night owl.

I blame school. I hate waking up every morning before 7:00am. I hate going to class to watch the freaking Discovery Channel. I could do that at home, thanks. And I would do it at 1:00am if I didn't have to wake my happy little ass up so early in the morning. Boo for stupid classes and waking up early.

P.S. I don't hate all my classes...just Diversity. My least "diverse" class. WTF.

P.P.S. This grandma is a legit drug user. I looked her up online. She's from FL. Maybe someday I'll end up looking that sexy...one can only dream!

if you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it...

my dad asked me if i pierced my nose because i didn't have a ring on my finger? WTF?


hey dad,
 no. I didn't pierce my nose because I'm sad I'm not married. That's not my goal in life.  I pierced my nose because I like it and I think it's cute. 


Warm regards,
your daughter, Jill

i believe...

• that lavender lotion is the way to go.
• babies are one of the cutest things on earth.
• ice water on a hot day is superb.
• diet coke with vanilla is one of the most delicious things on earth.
• people can have differing opinions on almost everything and still get along.
• people can have almost identical opinions on everything and not get along.
• school is not so much about learning as it is following directions and being a little cookie cutter.
• that one's intelligence level should not be measured by grades.
• that some people take way too much offense with things that aren't meant offensively.
• snow is of the devil.
• the wind is punishment from the gods.

mondays rock

My stomach is eating itself I'm so hungry and I can't eat until noon. Why, you ask? Because it's Monday and I forgot to eat before school or bring money to buy junk to eat.

I do, however, have a blue monster energy drink. Maybe that'll help. Also, after digging in my backpack I found some leftover gummy worms.

Nothing like stomach acid, blue monster, and gummy worms to start a day off right.

i'm gonna sleep now just in case they don't allow that in hell

Have you ever heard people say, "I don't need sleep. I'll sleep when I die"? Chh. I hate that saying. I don't believe that sleep is overrated, unimportant, or a waste of time. Sleep is important, especially if you want me to be cheerful, upbeat, and kind.

PLUS, what if they won't let me sleep in hell???? Then what? All I'm saying is that I'm gonna make sure I get enough sleep while I can because I happen to enjoy it.

ENOCH CITY REC COMPLEX: phase 2

Okay, so if you'll remember the ENOCH CITY REC. COMPLEX (bahahhahaha, still hilariously funny), here's the update. If you didn't read the first one, you can read it HERE.

Well here we are just a week and half later and the place is booming. Seriously, like outta control!

Oh wait, my bad...must have been only in my dreams. This is all we got for now folks! Maybe next week!

KEEP YOUR FINGERS CROSSED.

we need those sprinklers installed ASAP.

Slim Jims, The Depot, and Jill = eek!

Sometimes when I'm bored at the Depot I try new things to eat. Hot, I know.

Anyway, last Sunday I was crazy bored and so I decided to eat a Slim Jim. Gross, I know...

Well, after I ate it I decided to see how much fat and other shiz I consumed in the little Jim. Nothing surprised me more than the ingredients:

beef, mechanically separated chicken [wtf], water, salt, corn syrup, flavorings, dextrose, paprika, hydrolyzed corn gluten, soy and wheat gluten proteins, sodium nitrite, lactic acid starter culture [wtf is this].

MECHANICALLY SEPARATED CHICKEN?!?! WTF is that?!  Well of course wikipeida has the answer, and I found it. Just a warning though, if you ever wanna eat Slim Jims, hot dogs or any other processed meat again do NOT read this article. If you don't care and wanna know anyway, like me, click HERE.

and really...I don't LOVE Slim Jim's, but I'll still eat them if I wanna. Deal with it.

no offense, Aristotle...

On our very first day at Harvard, a very wise professor quoted Aristotle, The law is reason free from passion. Well...no offense to Aristotle, but in my 3 years at Harvard I have come to find that passion is a key ingredient to the study and practice of law...and of life. It is with passion, courage of conviction, and strong sense of self that we take our next steps into the world. Remembering that first impressions are not always correct...You must always have faith in people, but, most importantly, you must always have faith...in yourself. Congratulations, Class of 2004!! WE DID IT!!  -Elle Woods from Legally Blonde

I have to agree with Elle on this one, "..passion is the key ingredient to the study of law...and of life. It is with passion, courage of conviction, and strong sense of self that we take our next steps into the world."

If you aren't familiar with UNICEF (United Nations Children's Fund), check them out at www.unicef.org ---there are so many things that they do to help children. I hope to someday work for them, or an organization with similar goals. 

you know your life rocks when...

Sometimes I miss me some Lisa

If you were born before 1990 and don't know who Lisa Frank is, shame on you!

My sister brought home some stationary that she's gonna take on her mission and it was Lisa Frank style! I totally forgot about her until now and it's bringing back some hella good memories. I wasn't just an ordinary L.F.F. (Lisa Frank Fan). I was intense about the whole thing. I loved everything that she ever made which was expressed through my begging my parents, grandparents and anyone else who would listen to buy me her latest stickers, notebooks and other random shiz.

I just tried to google ol' Lisa to see what this lady looks like...I mean, not to be rude, but I highly doubt she's the most attractive human on the planet. I can only imagine, but I think she'd look a little something like this:

Either way, I hope Lisa's doing well and I'd like to thank her for sparking my creativity at a young age. ha ha!

R.I.P. Flip Flops and the res.

I'm still stuck in July or something. Man, where'd the time go? It's FREEZING outside and it got dark at 8pm.

R.I.P. summer fun. I'll miss you dearly.

I'll miss :

• trips to the res. Oh how I love the res. Floating, swimming, fishing, laughing...ah, those were good times.
• playing outside in general. i don't play outside in the winter. barf.
• sleeping on the tramp
• going to the cabin
• my sister. *tear*
• fishing...even though i am terrible...
• not having a care in the world...
• star gazing
• reading outside
• reading for fun...fall and winter = reading for school...
• camping
• crusin' with the windows down on a hot day. ah, i love that.
• mostly I'll miss my flip flops. although i still break them out every chance possible, i utterly HATE wearing shoes. 
  

Things I'm going to look forward to as winter comes:

• JAZZ season begins on Oct. 1! Can't wait to have Jazz parties. 
• Volunteer at the Family Support Center 
• Coach a Jr. Jazz team perhaps
• Go to school and learn new things. yay. 
• Sledding with all my favorite kids!
• Drinking hot chocolate and holding hands to stay warm!
• Enjoying the beauty of snow, even if I do hate the cold!
• Volunteer with Hospice
• Snuggle up in a blanket and star gaze even if it's FREEZING. I like that. 
• The holidays are always fun. I love spending time with the fam and friends. 
• Since it gets dark early, now I have an excuse to go to bed at 9pm and not feel lame...well maybe a little lame, but hey!
• I can buy more sweatshirts and wear sweats to school. yippeeee. 

Overall, I guess what I'm trying to get across is that I'll really miss basking in the sun but I'm gonna make this winter of 2009-2010 the BOMB! 

happy hump day

Whoever invented Wednesdays sucks. Seriously, it's like Monday wasn't shitty enough so they had to throw in an extra day and call it Wednesday. No one really likes Wednesdays. There's nothing super about them. They are just in the middle of all the other days, taking up time and space.

Some of my frustrations about Wednesdays comes from school. For some reason class drags on and I can't focus. Either I'm thinking about what I'm doing for the weekend or I'm still catching up from the previous weekend. I feel like I'm being torn in multiple directions and Mr. Wed. doesn't care about me.

Really, I just had nothing else to blog about so I decided to pretend that I hate Wednesdays. I think I hate Thursdays more, though. Oh well. :)

can't teach an old dog new tricks

Lately I have noticed some groups being made on Facebook and Myspace about couples looking to adopt. Awesome!!

I think it's great that young couples are willing to take the adoption option. I'm not speaking to anyone directly because I don't actually know any of the couples I've seen posting on Fbook or Myspace, so please don't take offense if you happen to read this post.

The thing that bothers me terribly about "desperate" young couples who can't have their own children and are looking to adopt is that they are only willing to a adopt a perfect little newborn baby. Cool, I love babies as much as the next person if not more. But if what you really want is a child, how come the 1 year old won't do? Or how about the two brothers ages 3 and 5? I mean, I know it might add more stress and more obsticles to your already busy life but if you've been trying to get the newborn for 3 years and it still hasn't happened...maybe there are other options!

I know I've probably done a little bit of overkill with this one, but it's something that is very important to me. I would like to open a foster care home one day and it kills me to think that there are so many children and youth who have never done anything wrong but will never get the chance to be in a loving family.

There are many reasons why children and youth end up in foster care: divorce, death of a parent or guardian, parents have drugs/alcohol addictions, and other various reasons all of which have absolutely nothing to do with the kids behavior or value. Granted there may be some cases where the child is simply unmanagable by the parent and therefore the state places the child in foster care, however, this is few and far between.

So, before I jump off my soapbox, let me just give you the link to look at children who are in foster care and waiting to be adopted. If you have a heart, it will break. www.adoptuskids.org and click on "meet the children". It's amazing how many children there are and how freaking cute all of them are. I wish I could take them all home, but alas, back to the reality of being a poor college student living in my parents basement. Bummer!

Anyway, you can click HERE to go see the kids. And if you know anyone looking to adopt, pass this along--or at least suggest they try foster-to-adopt programs.

And now I'll jump off the soapbox. Farewell.

just some ramblings i often wonder about...

• Why is THIS  my favorite website these days? It has even become my effing home page!
• How come almond M&M's are delicious and I wanna eat the whole bag??
• So ya know how grilled cheese sandwiches usually only come in kids meals? Why is that?! They are the best thing on earth--they aren't just for children, people! Come on.
• I like meeting random people at the Depot and I often wonder if they enjoy meeting me. I mean, sure, maybe they don't...but would they come 12 times a day if they really didn't like me?
• Someone asked about rainbows and somehow or another we got on Noah's ark and God's promise to him about not flooding the earth. I think that's sillllllly. Rainbows are reflections, duh. I can make one if you give me the right tools. Does that make me God? Or does that make me the fulfillment of God's promise? Wow, now we're getting too deep. Love all of you who believe in God and the rainbow promise. What a happy way of looking at life, anyway.
  
• Why is it that when I'm most tired I either can't sleep due to other obligations such as work or school, or I try to sleep and just can't. I'm having one of those days right now. I just took 4 sleeping pills. They should kick in ASAP.
• Do you think people are really born "scared" of the unknown? I mean, do you think we're born with hesitations towards people who are different than we are or do you think it's something we learn? I go with nurture, not nature on this one for sure.

• Speaking of nature vs. nurture...which one do you pick? Or which percentage of each would you say?
• And last but not least...why is this considered fashionable????
  

Enoch City Rec Complex: Phase One

If you know where Cedar City is then most likely you also know where Enoch is located. Enoch is a very small town in Utah with no stores and mostly horses with a few people. Anyway, my friend Stacie lives in Enoch and about a year ago she told us that she was working on the "Enoch City Rec Complex". What's wrong with that picture you ask?

A COMPLEX?! Not a center, not a building or a room, but a COMPLEX. In Enoch. Honestly I think I laughed for a good 20 minutes the first time she told me about it. I mean I'm all for getting out, being active and staying healthy. I think it's a good idea for communities to have a place for residents to go in order to promote healhty living. I even think it's cool that Enoch City has decided to do so, I just don't understand the reasoning for calling it a complex.

The best part of this story comes next. Like I said, my friend Stacie started working on this committee and so far this is the only thing that's been actually phsically been done:

I drove by last week and noticed the groundbreaking progress being made out there in ol' Enoch.

Phase one: paint water tank. check.
Phase two: level ground and perhaps plant some grass for some soccer fields. I'll update when that all goes down! Stay tuned.

happy happy monday

You could ink yourself until everyone knows all the things you love. You could wear uniforms that gave you all the authority in the world. Lose weight until there was nothing left. Paint the face. Suck in your gut.

But in the dark, stripped down to your bones, all that remains is you.

Ode to Ernest and my other Depot cracks

Remember the time I posted THIS about Depot cracks I meet? Well, lets be real, I still meet plenty of cracks and a plethora of very single cracks. Sometimes it's flattering to have so many people think I'm rad, want to tell me their life story, or think I'm their therapist. I mean seriously, I have people tell me the weirdest things I've ever heard... and I'm pretty weird!

For the purpose of this story, however, lets talk about Ernest AKA Ern Dog, Ern, Ernie and sometimes E Dog. I've known Ern since my start at the Depot. He was the scary dude sitting outside the Depot day in and day out that would barely mutter a "hello" as he filled up he mug with ice water, or on rare occassion soda. Sometimes I'm a little obnoxious so I would say hello to him every time he'd step foot into the building. And just so you get the picture, he comes in about 20 times in a normal 6 hour shift.

Well after about three months of Ern ignoring everything I said, one day he decided to tell me his life story. I didn't really understand most of it, as I believe E Dog has some sort of mental disorder, but the parts I did understand made me feel very sad for Ern and very lucky to be me. Well, three months after Ern and I became speaking friends, he invited me over to his house for cookies. I politely declined even though he said he was very lonely and he just wanted friends. I felt bad, but I also wanted to live so I declined again.

The very next day Ernie came into the Depot and announced very excitedly that he found a girlfriend! I wasn't sure whether or not to believe him, but sure enough. Ern Dog got a GF! Good for him. In the almost 6 months I've known Ern, I've never seen him this happy or talkative, it makes my heart smile a little bit for the happy couple. I was actually informed not too long ago that E Dog and his GF got hitched, but really it's been one week since they supposedly met, so for their sake I hope that's not true. I guess whatever makes them happy!

The point of that story was to say that one mans dreams are anothers nightmares. In this case, getting married to a Depot crack would be the nightmare. But on the other hand, I can still be happy for those who are actually happy in said situations.

I like life, it's great!

you're not dead!!!!

For real though people. Single doesn't mean loser. Single doesn't mean unaccomplished. Single doesn't mean dead. Get over it. Be happy and live life. That's all that matters!

i'mma be a cheeto puff in the next life

Lately I've been thinking a lot about what I would want to be in my next life. At first I came up with something typical yet exciting like a bird, however, I have since decided that I have much more interesting things I'd rather be if I'm comin' back a second time.

Since I'm fairly convinced that I have at least 9 lives I've made a list of all the things I'm gonna be and why...enjoy!

1. Human...slightly boring, also not my decision.

2. Cheeto Puff. YES. You saw it correctly, I want to be a cheesy puff. I think I'd like to be the one on the bottom of the bag that never gets consumed by humans. Instead I somehow make it to the dump (I have my theories on how this will happen, but for times sake we'll just assume I make it). Anyway, once at the dump I'll obviously be the happiest cheesy puff on earth with other Cheeto variety friends as well. Honestly, I doubt life could get any crazier than that. My death, I assume will come from a liquid of some sort which will essentially melt me down to nothingness.

3. For my third life I wasn't quite sure what I'd want to be, but after some more thought I decided that a car tire would probably be best. Why, you ask? Well, easy. Duh. I would be the tire of someone that likes to travel all sorts of exotic places. Then they'd sell their car and I'd probably end up dispising the new car owner and therefore I would make sure the have a blow-out at the most incovienient of times. Suckas!

4. My forth life would be drama-filled and oh-so-fun. I would totally be a cell phone. Or, if possible, every cell phone in the world. Wouldn't it be super rad to read all the latest gossip, romance drama, and everyones sercrets?! I would hope to die rather quickly though because it'd probably get old quick. I'd be a Razr phone since they don't last long. It'd be one hell of a ride though! Hope I don't drown!

5. Five was a bit lame, but still, I have as many lives as I want so I'm allowed to have a few lame ones every now and then. I would be a raindrop. I would either want to land in the ocean and live for a quite some time just...being water. The other option would be to land on some lovers noses or something cheesy but cute. You know how I do...

6. Well since I like writing and I like reading, I guess I'd have to choose a journal for my 6th life. I am not quite sure if I'd just be a specific indiviuals journal or if I'd just be all journals for the sake of being a journal. Seems a little more fun to choose one person's journal...I'd choose Ben Folds or my sister...maybe my mom. Just think, if I were my mother's journal I might understand her a little more...

7. Lucky number seven. I'd be playing cards in Vegas, hands down. And I'd make sure the underdog of every game played with me won. Eventually I'd be found out and probably burned or at least thrown away, but wouldn't that be freakin' awesome while it lasted?!

8. I'd be a basketball for life number 8. I'd be pro at first and then work my way down to someone's house and sit in their living room for a while. Eventually I'd lose my value as most material things do and I'd be thrown out or lost.

9. I think for 9 I would want to be a newspaper or magazine article of some breaking news or huge event that people would refer to for years to come. I think that'd be pretty neat.

And there you have it. My list of a few of the lives I'll have someday. So, if ever you're eating Cheeto Puffs and you come across a broken little one at the bottom, please for the sake of all that's good, do NOT eat it. You never know who he or she may really be...

yo yo yiggity yo

I'm BAAAAACCCCCCCCCK.

I know, right? It's been a nice little bloggy break; I'm happy to be back. I don't care who reads this blog, if anyone at all. I just like bliggity bloggin', so I'm gonna.

The past month or so has been fantastic. I did lots of fun things, left Cedar enough times to stay sane, and even did some workin'. Not gonna lie, I'm totally jealous of all the students going back to school in the next week or so...

Anyways, life's good. I'll keep this updated. And maybe I'll even write something interesting or something sometime soon.