MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Eggnog

Eggnog is just fine-
good source of magnesium.
So are soda cans.


Presents

I always forget...
I know its someone's birthday...
Santa or Rudolph?





ChristmUSA

Do we love Christmas
because it makes us fatter?
or all the presents?


Thanks Santa

Time travel is real!
This year Christmas came early!
Obamanation!!!!

Finals

Late or Early?

I love my major:
I see the time of the day
no one else wants to.

Giving Thanks via Haiku

What "They" "Forgot" to "Teach" "You"

History lesson:
We used to love "indians."
They fed us turkey.


Appetite Police

On Thanksgiving day
I just can't control myself.
So I wear tight pants.


Too Hard

If I had to choose
between turkey and stuffing
life would really suck.


Things I'm Thankful For

Jesus, my family,
friends, laughter, the internet,
it's almost Christmas

Story of My Life

The Haiku is easy and fun and you can do it anywhere. Last year I was really into haikus. It was, like, my totally favorite hobby. Knowing this, a friend of mine informed me of a local haiku-writing competition, sponsored by the Salt Lake Tribune. The theme of this competition was jell-o, and although I was mostly into writing haikus about more traditional themes such as love, nature, war, and pokémon, I decided that entering couldn't hurt, especially since the grand prize was a jell-o cookbook. I got busy writing, and here's what I submitted:

Priorities

I struggle with this:
if my friend turned to jell-o,
I'd have to eat him.


How it's Made

Grind hoof to powder.
Add artificial flavors.
Add water, let chill.


my fav:
Many Uses

Oh! little heffer,
we try not to be wasteful
so we'll eat your feet.


Let's be honest, these haikus are awesome. So you can imagine why I was surprised when the results were published in the paper. To my shock/dismay, I had missed the deadline. It was actually due a day before I had submitted my poetry. Also, the winner was in 2nd grade. 2nd place was in 3rd grade, and 3rd place was in 1st grade.

All in all, I'm a little bit glad that my submissions didn't get chosen. This pretty much sums it up:

I Don't Even Like Jell-o

Had I known the date,
Many children would have cried.
Enjoy your cookbook.

You, try and flex on Me? Don't be silly.

In real life, every-day situations, I don't get fired-up very often. Today I did. It got to the point that I was at the edge of my seat, chuckling and scoffing and rolling my ojos and biting my tongue and fidgeting.

I have learned though, that when I'm really heated about something, my thoughts all rush to the part of my brain that fills my mouth, and I don't make any sense when I try and argue. Curse? or blessing?

I think it was when he told the class that the students he taught were going to be bossing me and my friends around when we graduate.

On days like these, I listen to uplifting hip-hop. Like this:


(click the picture)

Woo!

I made it!

(And I realize that I am a couple weeks late. School has been so fun. I have many classes with my previously mentioned friends. I couldn't be happier. Life is good.)

Nail-Biter

Tomorrow's the big day. The potentially best/potentially worst day of my life. Yikes.

Rather than think about how tomorrow could change my life, I want to (need to) divert my attention. One appropriate outlet is watching the olympics. But I can only watch a game that I don't understand for so long. Seriously, swords make that sport sound so much cooler than it is.

Perhaps a more appropriate diversion, no offense, would be to think of how the days that have led up to tomorrow have changed my life. I submit the following:

I doubt it was fate (but maybe karma) that placed me in four classes with Manasseh, two classes with Regan, and one class (and lots of "extra-curricular" activities) with Rory. You get to know each other really well when stripped of all pride and confidence by your teachers, and then forced to stay awake until 2 o'clock. Luckily, they still liked the pride-less, tired me, and friendship ensued. Surviving last winter semester would've been impossible without them. I'll never forget walking through that trailer door and seeing them hard at work... It was beautiful. Talk of pizza parties, New Kids on the Block videos, random Misfits sing-alongs, a real pizza party, the notes we left on the board, bags of candy, dogging on others' "really well-designed" magazines... That time Rory took his shirt off... No matter what happens tomorrow, it wasn't all for nothing! It was worth every minute.

They are all great, and they, equally as anxiously as I, await the news tomorrow. In fact tonight, I got a good-luck email from Rory, a blog post/animation thing from Regan, and a phone call from Manasseh. They are the best.

Tomorrow is the day. But regardless of what happens, I have made some great friends, which might even be more important than a BFA degree... might. So thanks fellas. I couldn't have done it without you (nor would I want to). Besides, didn't we say "all or nothing?"