I am so incredibly excited. I get to see one of my absolute favorite bands in less than a week. Heck yes.
The band which I am referring to is Chvrches. An awesome, indie band that has been my favorite for quite some time.
Their music is anthemic, electronic happiness in a compact bundle. I love pretty much everything about them, including their lead singer Lauren Mayberry. She is kind of the cutest person to ever exist.
Needless to say I am pumped beyond belief. I bought my tickets today and had them sent to my phone which felt like the future was knocking on my doorstep.
My favorite part about Chvrches is the way they spell their name. Even now as I type this, my computer is freaking out about all the spelling errors in this post.
WELL JOKE IS ON YOU COMPUTER I MEANT TO SPELL IT THAT WAY.
Anyway, here is a taste of some of their newer stuff.
Wait until the two minute mark. THAT BEAT GOEEEEEEEEES.
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
Grammar iz easy.
We hab been stdyin grammar in my class that my proffessor shayne clark teachez.
I don't really know why peeple think that grammar is not an eazy thng to learn, I'm real, good at it and I don't evn study.
All dem rules that people know are not complimentary to bein a smart and wordy student. All yous need is a brain and some paper and yous got yourselves a gramma expert.
I don't wanna brag but I thnk that my grammar is off the charts. There is nuthin I'd rather do than grammar da heck outta some words on a daily basis.
Fer example:
ALWAYS use there is at da begginning of a sentence to introduce what your gonna say.
Also never spell out #'s under 9. Always put them in the wordy form.
See? Grammar is easy. I don't need no book to teach Charlotte what she already knew.
Thursday, September 17, 2015
Post 3
Maybe I'll Be A Gypsy...A poem
Lately I’ve been thinking that school is far too hard.
I mean I’ve heard a bachelor’s degree can only get me so far.
Steady money is severely overrated,
I think college is only making me jaded.
Maybe I’ll quit school to interpretive dance
Maybe I’ll quit and sell designer pants.
Maybe I’ll be a gyspy, live my life on the streets.
I can’t seem to get out of bed, escape the prison in my sheets.
I mean I’ve heard a bachelor’s degree can only get me so far.
Steady money is severely overrated,
I think college is only making me jaded.
Maybe I’ll quit school to interpretive dance
Maybe I’ll quit and sell designer pants.
Maybe I’ll be a gyspy, live my life on the streets.
I can’t seem to get out of bed, escape the prison in my sheets.
Post 2
Post 2
I’m just gonna come out and say it.
I would be a hot 60-year-old retired woman.
Don’t believe me?
Check out this dope shirt I purchased at the DI for the low low price of $3.99.
BAM. My friends have always thought that I was odd due to how excited I am about becoming an elderly person. But let’s count up all the points here shall we? Elderly people get to:
I’m just gonna come out and say it.
I would be a hot 60-year-old retired woman.
Don’t believe me?
Check out this dope shirt I purchased at the DI for the low low price of $3.99.
BAM. My friends have always thought that I was odd due to how excited I am about becoming an elderly person. But let’s count up all the points here shall we? Elderly people get to:
-Eat dinner at 4:30 (and also get a sweet discount)
-Wear diapers and pee their pants as often as they please
-Watch T.V. all day long
-Pinch young people’s butts with little or no consequences
If you weren’t keeping track the score is 4-0 for the oldies. That is honestly all that I have to say.
Song of the day is Roman Holiday by Halsey. Her new album is my lifeblood.
School is fun, life is good. All is well in Charlotteville.
-Wear diapers and pee their pants as often as they please
-Watch T.V. all day long
-Pinch young people’s butts with little or no consequences
If you weren’t keeping track the score is 4-0 for the oldies. That is honestly all that I have to say.
Song of the day is Roman Holiday by Halsey. Her new album is my lifeblood.
School is fun, life is good. All is well in Charlotteville.
Post 1
DISCLAIMER: So I made these posts the last three weeks but my blog freaked out on me so I had to start a new one. I'm just going to copy and paste the first three posts that I wrote for class and then update it periodically. This was the one I wrote the first week of class.
Hello world. It’s me again. Remember when I started a blog last year and promised to update it all the time? Neither do I. I’m 99.9% sure that was all a dream. I think we all must have been hit with the Men in Black memory eraser thing because I would never say that I would do something and not follow through…
Mom if you’re reading this I will pay you twenty dollars not to dispute me on this.
Just be cool lil’ Mama damn.
Today is the first day of my junior year. I’m well on my way to becoming an adult. Albeit one that still watches Arthur, but hey, no one is perfect. Well except for Arthur. That little aardvark is a sexy thang.
So as I sit here at my computer in the glorious place that is the BYU library I am coming to a frightening realization. College is half over.
Like WUT. DA. HECK?
They say (ok well only me but it is gonna catch on) that “One man’s existential crisis is another’s thought process on any given Monday afternoon.” And I definitely had one this morning as I walked to my first class. All I could think about was my future and what I am going to do and who I am going to marry and what I am going to have for lunch. While in the midst of this crisis I didn’t look where I was walking and proceeded to nail a freshman girl with the left side of my body.
It was all okay though. She got up, dusted herself off, and proceeded to ask me where the Clyde building was. I didn’t know. I’m a junior not a genius. I also honestly have no clue how I’ve survived at BYU as long as I have.
I told my mom this last weekend that due to my “unique” personality and “different” political views and “interesting” looks that I will most likely die alone. Well I guess I won’t be alone. I will have six dogs that will most certainly eat me after I die making an open casket funeral very unlikely.
That is not the point though.
The future is scary. But so is the present. It’s also a myriad of other things. The present is exciting and new and chuck full of opportunity. Some people have problems with thinking ahead and preparing for the future. My problem is the exact opposite. I worry about the future the way my mother worries about me on dark freeways late at night.
So my goal as this new school year begins is simple. I’m gonna frick’ da future. Obviously I will plan ahead in my day-to-day life and schooling because my personality prevents such spontaneity and irresponsibility. I was that kindergartner who asked for homework…But aside from that, I am going to wing it. If I go on a date with someone I will not think about all his flaws and how we won’t work long-term or how he might go bald too soon. If I get a B on a test I will not immediately think to myself “Well I may as well find myself a nice bridge to live under because college is a bust.”
Instead I will try my darnedest to live in the now and enjoy my life.
I know that everything is going to be ok. I know that I will eventually find my way. But until that point I’ll be here. In the library. Eating cheese sticks the wrong way and watching Arthur.
Hello world. It’s me again. Remember when I started a blog last year and promised to update it all the time? Neither do I. I’m 99.9% sure that was all a dream. I think we all must have been hit with the Men in Black memory eraser thing because I would never say that I would do something and not follow through…
Mom if you’re reading this I will pay you twenty dollars not to dispute me on this.
Just be cool lil’ Mama damn.
Today is the first day of my junior year. I’m well on my way to becoming an adult. Albeit one that still watches Arthur, but hey, no one is perfect. Well except for Arthur. That little aardvark is a sexy thang.
So as I sit here at my computer in the glorious place that is the BYU library I am coming to a frightening realization. College is half over.
Like WUT. DA. HECK?
They say (ok well only me but it is gonna catch on) that “One man’s existential crisis is another’s thought process on any given Monday afternoon.” And I definitely had one this morning as I walked to my first class. All I could think about was my future and what I am going to do and who I am going to marry and what I am going to have for lunch. While in the midst of this crisis I didn’t look where I was walking and proceeded to nail a freshman girl with the left side of my body.
It was all okay though. She got up, dusted herself off, and proceeded to ask me where the Clyde building was. I didn’t know. I’m a junior not a genius. I also honestly have no clue how I’ve survived at BYU as long as I have.
I told my mom this last weekend that due to my “unique” personality and “different” political views and “interesting” looks that I will most likely die alone. Well I guess I won’t be alone. I will have six dogs that will most certainly eat me after I die making an open casket funeral very unlikely.
That is not the point though.
The future is scary. But so is the present. It’s also a myriad of other things. The present is exciting and new and chuck full of opportunity. Some people have problems with thinking ahead and preparing for the future. My problem is the exact opposite. I worry about the future the way my mother worries about me on dark freeways late at night.
So my goal as this new school year begins is simple. I’m gonna frick’ da future. Obviously I will plan ahead in my day-to-day life and schooling because my personality prevents such spontaneity and irresponsibility. I was that kindergartner who asked for homework…But aside from that, I am going to wing it. If I go on a date with someone I will not think about all his flaws and how we won’t work long-term or how he might go bald too soon. If I get a B on a test I will not immediately think to myself “Well I may as well find myself a nice bridge to live under because college is a bust.”
Instead I will try my darnedest to live in the now and enjoy my life.
I know that everything is going to be ok. I know that I will eventually find my way. But until that point I’ll be here. In the library. Eating cheese sticks the wrong way and watching Arthur.
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