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I want to learn something on my own today. Well, not on my own... with the aid of the highly informative "internet". I'll experiment.

My cousin told me to check out a video on YouTube that he's in. It is actually kinda great.

Dat Red Velvet Cake will make you want dat red dye. One small issue I have with it, however, is the lack of cream cheese frosting. Poor planning I assume.

I love new clothes. I love massages. I love homemade cookies. I love wiffle ball.

Dah Tah

AAAAnd here I are!

I'm working at a data center. It is much like learning a new language. It IS learning a new language. Mostly learning the long versions of acronyms actually. The spoken language isn't fast enough for some people ya know. I'm trying to find ways to describe what it is a data center does without boring everyone. We all enjoy our internets and all the more so when it's better connected to the entire world and faster and easier etc. Why don't the majority of people give a crap? I didn't delve into technology while in school. I'm a little bit sad and also realize not that many people want to be considered "nerds", but now those nerds are pretty well off. Or at least should be. If they know what they're worth. Because while we're all sitting around wondering what cookies are they're zipping through cyber space on a virtual Ferrari filled with funny cat pictures.

So, I'm going to try and find ways to explain what it is we do. Without causing people to drool and stare blankly... at cat pictures.

July To Me

   So. July was a sad attempt at blogging. I apologize gang. This post is going to be various forms of "sorry" and "my bad" and "yeah, I know, just the one weird post with hardly any words" and "I hate myself". Things might start to get a little heated when I type something like, "you know, you could have been more supportive" and "I lived a large portion of the month in a freaky hotel with the shirtless KKK dude and all other forms of crack heads" and "you know what? I don't have to ask for forgiveness from you, I have no obligations at all to provide you with awesome reading material at no cost to you!".
  Life has changed. Undoubtedly for the better. Which probably means I'll be neglecting this blog because *we hate it when our friends become successful* . Talking about all the good stuff is for facebook because that's how we let our relatives know we're not in a dumpster somewhere. I use this blog during hard times to be humorous. I needed something to do to occupy my withering brain. This isn't a definite plan to neglect anything. So stop being such a baby.
  I'm now in Colorado. I not only love it here, here loves me right back. I will probably soon forget this statement and get right back to blogging. You know, what I'm really trying to say is: I have no idea what I'm saying.
  In conclusion, be careful about choosing a hotel and don't let your brain wither. It was really withering in July. Wither and thither.

I found a funny picture in my in-laws computer. It's from the best wedding in history. The marriage of Jason and April and Tree. Tree left Jason and I for some skanky shrub in mid 2009. There were plenty of signs it was unhappy, starting when we walked away from it to go eat. I saw a little tear of sap rolling down it's bark. It was ill-conceived, I know.

Ritualisticky

 

  

 

  

You're welcome.

Canned Meat

People are zombies. I'm moving back to Colorado soon. I wonder if there are fewer zombies there. I think a nice, fresh brain sounds pretty good right about now. What's up with canned meat? Does anyone else think that's freaky? I got yelled at tonight by a guy driving next to me, he was SO angry. He said the "F" word and called me an idiot. As if he even knows. He was the one signalling that he was going right, and then quickly changed his mind and thought he needed to be in my lane as I was slowing down to make a left turn, and yes, I signaled. Has everyone here forgotten how to signal? Unfortunately my window was down and he was able to scream directly into it. "Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge, I'm tryin' not to lose my head. hahaha ha ha." mmmm, good song. It IS like a jungle sometimes! I DO often wonder how I keep from going under! I would love to go down under though. To Outback Steak House. I'm sure there are rules though, like: you have to pay your bill. You probably can't punch people either. psh. I just got that tired feeling, the feeling you get that makes you rub your face with your hands. Maybe crack your knuckles. You know.

Boys

I've kept a journal since I was twelve (1997), well, actually before that, but I no longer have the earliest diary (with a unicorn on it that I bought from a book fair in elementary school with all the change I had saved up to buy it) so I don't know when I started keeping a journal. I really enjoy keeping it up-to-date. I try not to write in it when I'm SUPER pissed, but it happens. That's why you should never read it. None of you. But you probably already knew that you shouldn't read someones personal journal/diary (unless you're retarded/the author is dead). I wouldn't mind if my journals were read after I died. I would be dead. so. If you read my journal now, I will be dead to you. If you wait until I'm dead, it will keep me alive in the sense that you will learn even more about me than you ever cared to know. I don't write terribly often. I hope to give it an overall humorous tone. I wish I did more sketches, but I always just go back to the regular cursive writing of a twelve year old. I really like looking back through the years and remembering all the emotions from all the events/lack of events I've experienced. I love the times I would write about boys, although it was usually just my imagination that would get anywhere with them. Now that I've made you want to read my stupid journal, let me remind you: don't. Unless I'm dead.

Or this guy will come and get you while you're sleeping.

Hanky

I'm alive!

I have to tell you, I like veggie burgers. I had a good one in DC at the Luna Cafe:

So big. So lentil-filled. I want one so bad right now. We went back to this cafe the next day and I got eggs benedict for brunch. I tried to make my own veggie burger patties once. It was sad. I used lentils and tofu... I have no idea what else... maybe some flour. They didn't hold together very well. Florida doesn't take kindly to vegetarian diets. This kid at the library farted near us once, and he obviously ONLY ate beef. I was like:

NOOOOOOOO!  This guy knows. He's so tormented. This was a sculpture at the National Gallery in DC. Seeing all kinds of art is so humbling. AnyWHOOOOOOO... Naomi loves taking pictures with my camera. Here's one that's pretty fun:

So there you have it. Another blog post. Bye.