I'm lame and here's a few of my favorite female vocalist...

Ok, so I know that we're done with blogging or whatever, but I really do find this thing relieving. I just got off of work and I'm frustrated with all of the people I work with. Is it really that hard to serve pancakes? Gr. I wonder if these idiots know their ass from their head at times. One girl I work with complained all night about she didn't have any money to feed her kids. Then she asks me if I need anything from the liquor store. HELLO MELISSA! Use your damn beer money to feed your kids or close your damn legs(like I said, I apologize, but I'm pissed). Stupid people should not reproduce.

Did you,(whoever, if anyone) know that Melissa Ethridge is amazing? Her newer stuffs kinda lame, but back in the days of the 'chrome plated heart', she was a badass. Sheryl Crow, Blondie, Patti Smith, Brody Armstrong, Pat Benetar, Alanis Morsette, Gwen Stafani(older Gwen), and Regina Spector.....good stuff guys!!!

Just Chill Out and Blog

When we were first assigned to keep a blog, I thought it sounded ridiculous. Can keeping a journal really help me with my writing technique? As it turns out, it helped me in a huge way. The fact that the blog topics were kept open and allowed me to write about whatever I want to was great. If I couldn't think of anything to write about, I could write about the topic picked in class. Being that the topic was picked at random by fellow classmates, it was always interesting and easy to relate to. One of my big writing issues is making a clear focus and sticking with it. Even though the blog was lenient about content, it still helped me develop a better sense of focus. It was also nice to be able give and receive feedback from classmates. I feel that blogging back a forth gave us a better chance to know each other. The very best part for me was being able to vent and ramble about my opinions. So, not only was it a learning experience, but a great stress reduction tool!

I AM SO FRUSTRATED!!!!

GRRRR!!!!!!! Ok, thats a little better. I'm sitting here trying to work on my portfolio and going nowhere with it. I've been working on it since I got home from work around 3pm. It's really hard to write an essay about how your writing style has improved, when your the one who's writing the essay. Do you know what I mean? I could think that I'm a great writer, yeah, whatever, but from another persons perspective, I suck. Everyones at a different level. I do think that I've improved, but I'm having a really really hard time writing an essay about that. Gr. The worst part about it is that I have no time to work on it. I have tonight, but I've been up since 4 am due to my stupid freaking work and I have to be up early for class. Then I have to work tomorrow after school and almost all day Tuesday. Lame. Ok, I'm done bitching, I just find this blogging thing really relaxing. It lets me vent and doesn't tell me to shut up haha.

Smoking...Blame it on the Parents(and lack of self control?)

So I noticed a trend the other day. If you have parents in which smoked, you are more way more likely to start smoking yourself. I decided to do a little survey on random customers at work. I found that about 78% of the smokers that I surveyed, (which was the majority of the crowd)had parents that were currently smokers, or had smoked for a significant amount of time. Weird, huh? My mother is a smoker, and my father. I think part of my downfall started when I started working at a gas station in Conifer, under the table. They gave me cigarettes for me and my ma all the time. I was only 14 when I got the job. Dad smoked for almost 20 years. Its crazy...we say that we don't want to be like our parents....yet the majority of us picking up so many attributes from our mother and father.....

I <3 Punk Rock

You'd think the younger generation would come up with something new. Nothing will ever be as great (or counter culture) as the mid-70's punk scene in NYC. (I think I was born way to late)It was new, innovative, and totally counter culture. If you were a part of it you were truly an outcast. No one listend to the Ramones, the talking heads, the cramps, blondie, Patti smith, television, etc. until sometime in the 80's when coporate moguls realized there was a buck to be made. By the 80's bands like sex pistols, dead kennedys, black flag, plasmatics, dead boys, clash, U2, and countless others were taking it main stream. We are in need of something new guy, I'm so sick of the rap generation. BLAH BLAH!

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Ahhh...the Holidays...

Suck. I am not ready for Christmas guys! Today at my work, they started playing freakin Christmas carols. Ewww. Its amazing how Christmas pops up out of nowhere. I'm still stuck on Halloween! I hate how stressed out everybody gets. Plus, people get really cheap and forget that servers make less than $4 an hour. Tonight, work sucked. The place was dead and the people had spent all of their money on gifts.......We all start freaking out about buying material things for the people in out lives and,(as corny as this sounds) forget about the things that really matter. Being around the people we care about and having a good time. AHHHH I HATE CHRITMAS!!!! OK, now that I got that out of my system......I feel a little better.

Stupid Fuzzy Dog Coats

Ok lady, your dog does not need a coat. It has one. I can understand the cute little water dish and rhinestone collar, but the fu-fu pink coat with the gemstones is grossing me out and I feel bad for your dog. Do you think the poor thing honestly likes it? Maybe if it's a Chihuahua and it's cold out. Sadly, my mom is one of these people. It's weird, shes a 'mountain' woman thats always had sheepdogs and mastiffs and what not, but recently she got this little yippee yorkie thing. She dresses the damn thing up. Its hilarious. Shes such a sweet little dog, but I can't help but laugh at her when my mother straps on that fuzzy tie-dye sweater. It's pathetic. My favorite part is when she insists on taking the dog out like that in public. I pretend like I don't know her.

I'm kind of a hypocrite though, I love to spoil my cat, Oliver. He's my boy! He doesn't have a fuzzy coat or anything like that, but I do keep him stocked up on fuzzy mince and Kittie treats. I give him cat nip all the time too, its hilarious.....and it wears him out so he doesn't try to eat my face or feet when I'm trying to sleep. He's an only cat so all of my friends and family spoil him. I told my family that their never getting grandkids from me, so I guess they think the need to spoil the cat haha.

I'm Bored

I'm bored, have nothing to write about, and I feel like I'm neglecting my blog. So, I've decided to write about what I see from my deck.
My apartment faces south and looks out over 2nd street. Its on the third story. When I look out to my left I get a glimpse of down town....which is way cool on a clear night. During the day its gross because of all the brownish green smog. Blech. Looking to my right I get a view of the tennis courts and my neighbors deck. It kinda sucks, hes right there. Like 5 feet away. I lucked out though because hes never out there and doesn't smoke. My view doesn't sound all that exciting, right? I get to look at the Wells Fargo building everyday of my life. Sweet. The thing that I love the most about this apartment is, when I look over all of that stuff, I have an awesome view of Green 'Mountain'. It's gorgeous with the sunset behind it. Wow, I just realized that everyone and their mom in my complex drives a mustang. Weird.

Tis the Season......for Shreddin theGnar

What do I love about winter? Hmmm... Thats a toughy. Well, to start, theres the snow, hot coco, sledding, snowmen, snow angels, snowballs,gloves, goggles, and my poofy coat. Haha. I'd have to say my very favorite thing about the winter would have to be snowboarding. I am soooo stroked about this year guys. Unfortunately, I didn't get a pass, but I'm staying optimistic. I think it's going to be a good year!

I remember the first time I went up riding with my bro. It was amazing. My brother and i hit the top bowl at Mary Jane . The powder was waist deep and completely untouched. Mmmmmmm, powder. The downy, dreamy, winter-wonderland white stuff. There was no sign of life anywhere and the whole mountain, it seemed, was ours. We rode for hours, stopped to eat , and hit Keystone for the night stuff. What a day. I hurt so bad, but it was one of those 'hurts so good' pains. I can't wait!

Student Life....or Death as it may seem to some

Its really sad, having to struggle so much in your youth to succeed later in life. This video opened my eyes to how much most students give everyday. I guess its all worth it in the long run, right? Right....The thought of being that far in debt by the time I graduate sickens me. You can't help something like that though, you have to make sacrifices while you can in order to get what you want and need to make a 'decent' , or better than decent, living. The education system today is a mess, but how can you resolve a problem like this? We rely on technology so much these days, and its hard for a machine to give a proper education. How are you supposed to get the help you may need in a class of 115 people? Studying and help from others who are in the same boat as you I guess. It's sad that teachers never get the chance to truly work with student and help them. It's not their fault though, with the growing number of students. Its all about self application and the will to move on and make the best for yourself. I remember when I first signed up for this gig. My counselor told me that needed to decide on a major right away. I think I pissed him off because I just laughed at him. I heard somewhere that 75% of student change their major after two years. Why make the effort when your chance of changing your mind is so high? Another interesting fact I saw somewhere: 60% of college students think about suicide before their first years over. Where do they get these stats? Ok, I'm starting to ramble so I'm done. I'll get back to this later.

What an Amazing Night

Ok, so for the most part, you guys are going to laugh at me and think I'm lame. Eh, whateva. Tonight was the best night I've had in a long time. I got off from work at about 3p.m. and sat around until 5 waiting for Forest(my....not so secret crush) to get off from work to go get me booze. I didn't mind the wait because I get to sit around and pretend that I had an actual reason watch him work(so attractive in a weird way). After we went to the liquor store and I made my point of wanting him to come hang out with me. Which he agreed to ..... :D by the way, I went home to clean and do homework.

When I got home, the love of my life/sister/best friend/Steph was putting on her make-up and getting ready for work. We talked about the plans for this weekends 'make a ton of good food, eat a ton, drink a ton, and be merry(a ton) event'. We have one of these every month, trust me, its good for the soul. I decided to make the usual Balsamic Pineapple Swordfish and Strawberry Daiquiri Cheesecake. An odd mix, I know, but it's wonderful(and about all I can cook haha!).

Steph went on to work and I decided to catch up on my homework that I've been slacking on for the past week. I made myself a cocktail and got to work. Did you know that there is in fact a technical term for that weird stomach gurgle you get? It's called borborygmus according to Chinese Medicine.

Anyways, I was starting to feel down again about life in general until my CD changer switched to Jewel(thats right guys, I said Jewel). I don't care what anyone says, her ridiculous lyrics about peace and consulting a cup of coffee make perfect sense to me. I rocked out to "Pieces of You" and suddenly felt relieved from the everyday stress of life. This is way different from my usual punk/grunge scene, which was just what I needed.

Anyways, all in all, it was a great night. I did next to nothing and loved it. I think that everyone needs to take a break from life and have a night to do whatever they damn well please. Do what makes you happy in order to keep your body and mind in order. No matter what that means. You could be lame like me and combine drinking, cleaning, and homework all into one evening. It made me feel like I was doing what I wanted to do and getting something useful done at the same time. All in all, it resulted in an amazing night.

Over-exaggerated Bullshit

This movie brought to attention, all the different issues in todays advertising and the way the majority of our culture supposedly views women as an item. We exploit women and use them to sell and promote such a wide variety of different things, from alcohol to blue jeans.

I agreed with the points the author made, to an extent. I agree that todays view on the female body structure is far-fetched and has set an ridiculously high standard. The women in the ads she spoke about were all very thin and tall with perfect complexions. Most of them had these feature along with unnaturally large breasts and were placed in provocative poses. Its disgusting. The girls were all very young.

Ok, the rest of her speech really just pissed me off. I feel that 80% of it was bullshit and very misleading. First of all, I understand that those women have to make a living, but they obviously agreed to do the ad. If these ads are so wrong, then why in the hell did they do them in the first place? I felt like she was directing a lot of her focus toward men. The thing that I find so odd about that is the fact that my aunt works in advertising and the majority of the staff and the owner of the company is female. This goes for many of the other companies she works with.

She set me off when she said that the image of these ads lead to violence toward women. Yes, a few of the were disturbing. The ad with the little girl and the little boy was disgusting, at least her view on it was. She manipulated it to look like a possibly abusive situation, when really, its harmless. I guess she didn't notice that typically, boys are taller than girls and that boys tend to be more masculine, and girls, more feminine. The picture she showed with the girl standing over the black boy was just dumb, I wont even get into that because it's bullshit. Ah! Ok, I'm done. That had a few good points and did open my eyes on a new perspective, but was for the most part, over-exaggerated crap.

Is that natural?

I'm starting to think that my younger brother has an eating disorder. At first I thought that he was just trying to get himself into better shape, but I think he's taking it a little too far. He thinks that he needs to run a mile for every potato chip he eats. I believe in taking care f yourself because your stuck with yourself until you die, hey, may as well make the best of it, right? I also believe in splurging and keeping a healthy balance in between the both.

When he,(Zack) was younger, he was 'the cute fat little boy'. His friends all made fun of him and I think the poor kid honestly took it all to heart. Around sixth grade my dad started getting us into motocross and go-kart racing. He made us change our diets and start working out. Ever since then, my brothers lost weight and toned up. He looked great when he started high school.

So, I saw him yesterday, for the first time in about 3 weeks, and he looks like shit. I bet he only weighs 140lbs......HE'S FREAKIN 6'2"!!! You can see his ribs and the bones in his back. Its so gross. He stayed with me for the day and I had to practically shove food down his throat to get him to eat anything. After I made him eat, he wanted to ride his bike 4 miles. So, what do I do now? I can't watch him destroy himself and I don't think my dads even caught on yet...somehow. I really scares me! Should I go to my parents or take the heart to heart talk approach? Will a heart to heart even do anything? I think its past that point.

Police? Yeah, their ok I guess

Ok, first of all, don't get me wrong, I understand that cops play a huge role in having a society that actually functions and if we didn't have them....what a mess.

I seem to have shit luck with them though, for the most part. I used to live down off of Colorado and Mississippi in a kinda cracked-out neighborhood and I always got into these ridiculous fights with the damn Denver cops. They suck.

There was this one time.......my ex and I got into a fight and he locked me out of my house. So I said fine, I'll just go hang out with the neighbors. I went next door and told them my situation and we all decided to go get something to eat and play pool.

We we're pulling out of the parking lot and all of the sudden we have two cop cars behind us. None of us really thought they were actually fallowing us, we we're just concentrating on doing the speed limit. After about 10 blocks we thought it seemed a little suspicious and decided to turn onto a side street.

Flashing lights everywhere. It was like a freakin carnival. There was 2 Durangos, 3 cop cars, and 2 police bikes. None of us had a clue what was going on, we just knew that it wasn't good.

The kid that was driving made the mistake of getting out of the car to talk to the lady officer. She pulled her gun, he flipped out and started running his mouth off to her. Idiot. Great.

Ok, so now I'm laying on the sidewalk on my stomach, handcuffed, and still have no clue whats going on. I'm getting pissed. A cop took my drivers license out of my back pocket(luckily he was really hot of I would have kicked him) and put me in the back of the car. Keep in mind, the back of those things are black plastic with no ventilation and its almost 100 degrees out.

I'm stuck in the back of the car for almost an hour.....and I STILL have no idea what is happening or why. I'm dieing from the heat, my hands hurt from the cuffs, and I'm furious. It gets even better.

Finally, they let me out of the car and take off my cuffs. Turns out, my neighbors had about six grand in stoled car stereo equipment in the trunk. Awesome. They seemed like innocent people, you never would have know! Dumb crappy luck.

I'm a Mind Reader.

This is really ironic. In my last blog, I actually wrote about how much I love October, the fall, and Halloween. Have you ever done that? I'm not really a mind reader of course, but that was a damn good call on my part.

The topic of todays blog really made me think about more about why I love this time of year, especially Halloween. I think that a large part of it has something to do with my childhood and the neighborhood I grew up in. I tie most of my trick-or-treating memories to this neighborhood because I lived there from the age of 5 until the age of 11. That seems to be the potential age that you learn about the Halloween tradition. I remember the first time I went out trick-or-treating with my dad and my younger brother. It was freezing out and my mother finally let me get that stupid shiny Little Mermaid costume. It even had the bright red wig to match it. Blah. I wore that thing for 3 years in a row and would have continued to do so I hadn't of thankfully out grown it.

I guess it could have been worse, I could have been my younger brother. Haha poor kid. My mother used to wrap a string of purple balloons around him and send him on his way as 'grapes'. He had this cute little green beanie to go with it. The really sad but funny thing about that is the fact that my brother is terrified of balloons. Gee, I wonder why. Thanks mom,you scared your kid for life. Haha, I love it!

I'm in Love

October. Finally. I have been waiting since last November for this and it's finally here. Fall is my favorite time of year. The changing leaves, weather, and feeling. You know that vibe you get when your completely at one with everything? I feel like that all month. It's awesome. Ah! I don't even know how to explain how much I love it. I remember growing up and watching the aspens in our back yard change from green to that warm golden color. I love that sweet musky smell of decaying leaves and the noise they make when you walk on them. It's weird. I'm not a big fan of winter, spring, or summer. This is it for me.

Another great thing about this amazing month is......guess what guys?! Thats right! HALLOWEEN! Costumes, parties, scary movies, and candy. I 'm not much of a 'holiday' person. I hate Christmas and I'm not really excited about the rest of them either, but Halloween....yeah buddy! I have this thing, well, it's kind of a fetish actually, I really enjoy horror movies. Especially the old corny ones. I watch them all year long. During this time of year, I can find them in abundance. Yes, I'm one of those people who will still be dressing up in a silly costume when I'm 40, and I'm quite excited about it. Which brings me to the question of....what should I be this year? Any ideas are more than welcome!

Suburban and Exurban experiance

I think that one of the main points that Cathleen tries to focus on is the differences and similarities between Suburban and Exurban living, both today and in the past. She talked about how they both have the same general layout, a kitchen, living room, bathroom, and a master bedroom. Both housing styles serve the same purpose, they give people a place to live and call home. At the same time, they are both very different. She talked about how in the past few years the size of houses have grown tremendously, yet the average family size is smaller. Because the homes are so much larger, there is less time and money put into the actual architecture, leaving a community of cookie-cutter homes. When she talked about exurban living, she gave her readers a better sense of originality, as opposed to suburban life. I got the idea that suburban living is very plan and simple, maybe even boring.

I got the feeling that her article could relate to a several different crowds. It gives you information about what to expect in these two different communities, leading me to think of the simple life in the suburban-related examples. First of all, this article may appeal to the type of person with an easy(or BORING) black and white lifestyle in mind.It used to be that you'd have to go downtown to go to work, but now days, jobs are spread out among suburban areas making the commute to and from work shorter. She talks about the similar simplicity amongst all of the homes and how Traders Joe's is right up the block. I can also see this article relating to home developers. She talks about how people are starting to turn to pre-fab houses because its cheap and convenient, laying out the lines for the trend in the housing market and giving developers an idea of what to expect. I remember when my mother moved. We drove all over looking at these prefabricated homes. They were great. The majority of them were actually very intricate looking on the inside, with vaulted ceilings, skylights, and cute random shelves all over the house. These skeletal homes were surprisingly cheaper in comparison to the typical home, appealing to the buyers market.

Kids having kids

Poof! What?! I have children!? Ewww. I have no idea what I would do if all of the sudden I had two kids to care for. I would probably curl up into a fetal position and cry. You see, I never have the intention of having kids. Ever. Its weird. I like other peoples children, for the most part, but I never want any of my own. I grew up basically raising my younger brother and that was way more than enough for me. Plus, I'm way too young for that. I'm still a kid myself. I have a few friends from high school that I still talk to and it seems like their all married, engaged, pregnant, or already have babies. It freaks me out so bad. I'm not capable of raising a decent person. I don't think I'll ever get to that point actually, haha. I think I'm one of those people that would be better off never reproducing. I think I'll just stick to my cat, Oliver. He practically is my child, or at least he seems to think so. He needs me to feed him, give him water, give him attention, and clean up his messes. Plus, hes fluffy, which is way cooler than a peanut butter and jelly seeping kid. Blah.

Yes, this is the kind of information I actually retain...sad...I know

I'm not stupid, its just that all off the information I actually hold in my brain is for the most part, completely useless.

• A snail can sleep for three years.
• The electric chair was invented by a dentist.
• On average,100 people choke to death on ballpoint pens a year.
• Kermit the frogs left handed...as well as polar bears.
  
• A shrimps heart is in its head.
• A ducks quack doesn't echo, and nobody knows why.
• Theres a law in St. Louis that makes it illegal to drink beer out of a bucket while sitting on a curb(why was this law put into effect?!)
• Theres more plastic flamingos in the U.S. than real ones.
  
• A sneeze travels at over 100mph.
• In New York theres actually a law against blind people driving cars(again...why!?)
  
• A cat has 32 muscles in each ear.
• Al Capone's business card said that he was a used furniture dealer.
  

Ok, thats all I got for now.

On Top

When I arrived this morning, there was a huge array of different people, all with different destinations. Some were coming and some were going. Maybe there was a few of them out there like myself, that had no idea what was going on. This location is great because it gives you options, whether you want to go up, down, straight ahead, or backwards. There we're people sitting in the large plush chairs, some of them had brightly colored clothing on and some had basic black and white. They were almost motionless now and seem to fade into the artwork plastered on the walls behind them, colorful and all different.

As I arrived at my post, I could hear the soft echoes of voices made by the people around me. I glanced down and noticed the game tables surrounded by end tables and chairs. As I looked further on down, I could feel a soft breeze coming up from the corridor below. I was hit in the face with the strange but charming scent of coffee and popcorn. Where was it coming from? I looked around at the seemingly endless windows surrounding me. This was awkward, I could see into all the classrooms around me and they could see into me. In one of the reflections, I caught the faint hint of a blue sky on a cloudy day.

INKED

I remember the first tattoo I got very clearly, I had wanted it for years. It was on the day of my 18th birthday and I was so nervous. I had gotten piercings before, but a tattoo? The design I had chosen was a tribal hibiscus I had drawn out when I was 14 in my art class. I remember my artist telling me to prepare myself and breath deeply. I did as he had instructed and 3 hours later I had my artwork on my back, forever. I still consider it the most fulfilling thing I've ever done to this day.

My second tattoo and third tattoos we're more of a spur of the moment thing, but with reason. I picked out a rose one day while going through my sketch book because the lotus bloom and rose represent life, death, and rebirth. This is a large part of my beliefs. Every time I look at it ,it reminds me of my roots and where I see myself in my life cycle and reminds me to live that portion it to the fullest. It only happens once. My treble clef on my wrist is there for family. My family's always been involved in music in one way or another. We used to fallow around Tom Petty, Blues Traveler, and the KOOL 105 concerts. My parents always brought their instruments. My dad bought me my first guitar when I was 9 for Christmas. When I look at it, it reminds of those day and I love it!

My tattoos make up different stages and events in my life. I plan on keeping it up. I already have my next 3 planned out. Like they say, if you get one, you may as well just accept the fact that soon after you'll be planning your next one!

Identity Reflection

After todays presentations, I realized that identity is a much more broad subject than I had thought at first. Your identity is limitless. I had no problems with pulling text to represent myself, but I defiantly could have put a lot more into it. At first I thought that one of the biggest elements of personal identity was what you were brought up around and the way you were raised, which it is, but even bigger is your lifestyle. The way your brought up plays into the your lifestyle but your surrounding(especially at this growing age) shapes who you are. Your friend for example. If you have a friend that likes something and involves you in it, thats changes your identity, whether you like that something or not. Its still a characteristic about yourself that sets you apart from others in a same or different way. Wow, does that even make sense?!

Anyways, I really enjoyed making my poster because it gave me a chance to show people the way I view myself as a person in society. It also brought to my attention who I actually am. You don't really think about those kinds of things everyday. Yeah, I know that I'm a mountain kid at heart,duh. I didn't think about how that reflects in my hobbies. I love anything outdoors and I think that if I had been raised in a major city I wouldn't be the way I am.

Fake Expectations

Before modern culture, the image of a women was thought to be more curvy and voluptuous but thanks to the media and popular belief, women these days are expected to have a perfect much thinner image. The surgery's and chemicals that women force onto their body in some attempt to defy the normal aging proses of the human body is limitless. We are willing to inject a needle into our face to paralyze muscles to portray the image of our once younger self. That cant be healthy. If that was the way our body was intended to look, we would stop aging at thirty. What is wrong with us?We're selling out.

Susan brought up The Maury Show and his 'makeovers'. This episode is about young athletic tomgirls. The girls say that they act and dress the way they do for comfort and mobility. Their mothers insist that they need to become more in touch with their feminine side and start dressing like a 'girls' supposed to. Its disgusting. I cant believe these women. These girls give up their identity to peer pressure from their very own mothers. This is how our generation and most likely future generations is being raised. With these fake expectations of being 'perfect'.

Alice Coopers making me listen to Brian Adams

That got your attention right? I'm sitting here trying to focus on homework and it is not working, so I figured I'd give you a rant about my day. Plus, I kinda like this blogging thing(shhhh)! Today was the first day I've had off from work in almost 2 weeks. When I woke up I had no idea what to to with my life. So, needless to say, I went back to sleep. About half an hour later I awoke to Oliver(my cat) gnawing on my feet. Great start.

OK, so its noon and I'm alive and showered. What now? I went and ran a few errands and met one of my buddies at Keeva Juice so after messing around down town we decided to go up to Slaughterhouse with his jeep. It took up half of the day to get up there because 285 is ridiculous with all of the construction and Texans(no offence if your from Texas)! It was great once we got up there because being that it was in the middle of the week and right after a holiday, there was no one in sight. We went up the back way and played around on some boulders for a little while before it started to get dark. Good times. On our way back to my house we stoped at JJ Madwells in conifer because we knew we'd run into some one we know and we weren't quite ready to call it a day.

Madwells used to be pretty much the only bar in Conifer back in the day. The second we stepped in was like a high school reunion. I saw allot of my old customers and friend. I spoke with my 7th grand science teacher and even had a brief conversation with my ex's mom(awkward). That's when we decided it was time to head back down into society and get on with our lives. All in all, it was a nice relaxed day off. Now my milk duds and I leave you.We need get back to homework and Robert Mitchem.

Life without trash bags!?

Is there such thing as life without trash bags?! Trash bags are one of those little things in life that we take for gran ed.......like shoes or toothpaste. Can you imagine having to clean out your trashcan every time you emptied it or having to take your trash out every time you had some thing to throw away? What a pain. Would we even have trashcans? Plus, trash bags are great for taking your laundry down to the Laundromat. I'd actually have to invest in a laundry basket. I've moved 6 times in the last 2.5 years and I don't think I could have done it without them. Their way cheaper than boxes and you can fit more in them if you do it right! Life without those plastic bags would defiantly be doable, but they make it allot more convenient. Great invention!

dailey text encounters

Everyday I wake up thinking about the different things i will see and learn about throughout the day. After today's class I now look at the majority of my encounters as a text whether its visual, audio, or written. There are so many things that can fall under that category of text. You cant help but see it,especially in this modern day and age. Its can be anything from the tee-shirt your wearing to the billboard you drive past everyday on your way to work to your favorite DJ on your favorite radio station.

I'm under the impression text is something fashioned by human beings to convey and idea, message, or feeling. It may pull up a question or perhaps a memory. Anything that provokes even the smallest of thoughts. Sometimes it can be hard to define whats text and whats not. You need to come to terms with your own opinions of what you think text is. What do you consider to be textual? What text will be in your future whether that means tomorrow or next week...or even 5 years from now? Whats Its purpose? What influence does it have on you and why?