#Nelly

A few weeks ago I had a zit on my face, literally (and I'm not using that phrase incorrectly, as many people do) the size of a skittle. It was wild. Long story short, for a week I had to deal with the wound that became of the pulsating pimple. (Not literally, but figuratively, the thing really did have it's own pulse)
The open wound that looked something like a burn, or maybe even leprosy was about 3 quarters of an inch in diameter and basically a bloody pussy mess.
Gross, I know.
Well anyways, a few weeks later, all I have left of that humiliating facial feature is a big fat dry patch scar. And you know why I'm blogging about it. It's weird I know, but I kinda like my scar. Who likes a scar on their face? I don't know.
This is more proof to myself that I'm certifiably insane.

Avocados

I simply cannot stop thinking about them.

I have been buying them and eating them in almost every way possible: 

with some eggs, with some chili, with some chips, with just a spoon.

This obsession has got to stop. 

The issue is this, when I'm home and the avocados are available I'm not as enthusiastic as when I'm sitting here at work, not being able to think about anything aside for avocados.

I Don't Know How to be Sarcastic About the Past Decade

Firstly, I thought I'd never blog again because of I haven't been able to figure out how with the new layout.

And secondovly, I'm so sad I left my Ashton Kutcher Nikon  Cool Flix Camera at home today. This past weekend I went on a fun night kayak adventure. Of course, while I don't want my actual valuables to fall in the water, I was daring enough to take my aged camera along for the ride (drift?).

BUT here is my main problem with the poor little purple, blurry picture taking camera.
What am I supposed to call it in jest?

If, say, I wanted to joke about the antiquity of this 4 year old electronic I would typically refer to it as my "90s Camera" but it's so far from the 90s that I feel like an my joke is lacking. Well I guess that is not the main problem. It's the result of this, the main problem:

What do we call 2000-2010?
How can I refer to things from that time period?
There is no way to say it out loud, that is for sure.

How unfortunate, since most everything that comes out of my mouth is a quip of some sort.
I can't quip about this decade and it really bugs.

"You know what really chaps my ass, Harry?" -Lloyd Christmas
2000-2010
"That's what." -Rachel Lynde

Things about Provo I'm looking forward to

It might be obvious by my 3 posts in one day that I have nothing to do at work today but sit and wait for edits to keep working on my project.

BUT I just cannot wait for these things:

1) SUNFLOWER FARMERS MARKET
2) Free therapy as a BYU student
3) Riding my bike to school
4) Cafe Rio
5) Provo Temple so close and always open (well always = open enough)

Another Inside Joke With Myself

about once a week i open the back door where my dog is smiling up at me and say this and shut to door. i make myself laugh so hard.
i love how pathetic i am

My Dream Job

I want to be a Nike Model.

I've always had a little thing for Nike. I wish the shoes were better for my stupid weird shaped feet for running. Instead I have to wear ugly Brooks. The same ones, every year.

Well yesterday I met my mom at Dillard's and I peroozed the shoes before finding her and I found these Nike kicks for $90 that I want. I told myself if I get down to 145 (I currently am 153-155ish) I should treat myself to those nice little shoes.

I might just go buy them today though. Because I suck. Usually I'm really good about these things. Patience, and all. Back when I was sitting at 163-165 I told myself that when I hit 155 I would go get myself a LuLu Lemon head band but then at 155 I realized I didn't need it.

BUT I've just always wanted to be a Nike Model. I love everything about that brand.
And while I really do workout quite a bit, I'll NEVER be THAT fit.

oh well. at least i can always just wear nike things and feel like a nike model citizen.

these aren't exactly the ones i want. they are a more neon pink.
maybe i'll go to dillards today.

Cut & Paste

Crazy thoughts of a runner:

First off - brag time.
A short run after work used to be 3 miles. Now it's 7.
A long run on the weekend used to be 5 miles. Now it's 11.

Now forward with my crazy thoughts of yesterday.

I asked myself whilst running (7 miles!) this crazy question -
"If you could cut and paste members of several different bands, who would you put together?"

Guitar: Tom Morello of Rage Against The Machine
Why? Listen to the middle of Take the Power Back. That's why.

Singer: Rivers Cuomo of =w=eezer
why? Simply out of pure love.

Back up singer: Doug "SA" Martinez (the Mexican rapper) of 311
Why? Listen to Down, yo.




Lyricist: whoever writes the songs for Cake
Why? it makes no sense, none of it. and neither do it.



Drums: Phil Collins
Why? Why not, really?




Bass: Paul McCartney
Why? For his haircut and nothing more.




Costumes: Anthony Kiedis of the Red Hot Chili Peppers
Why? Because he loves not wearing a shirt.




Makeup: whoever does Brandon Flowers of The Killers
Why? Sex appeal.