Obligatory Thanksgiving Post.
Happy Thanksgiving! If you don't celebrate Thanksgiving, take the opportunity to eat as much food as possible anyway, I don't mind.
I'm not going to make a sappy list of all the things I'm thankful for. Not because I'm NOT thankful, but because the biggest ones I'm sure you can imagine. Friends, Family, a home, food(of course), and so much more. Whoops, I guess I did make a list.
I just got back from the traditional family dinner. People always talk about barely tolerating their relatives over the holidays, but I love hanging out with my extended family. Having my younger cousins overpowering me with sheer brute force and numbers to steal my phone, wallet, and shoes, and locking me outside in the snow somehow entertains me.
I'll keep this post short (as if I had a choice, HA), because I need my beauty sleep for round 2 tomorrow: Family candy house building session. I also hope to finally catch up on reading and commenting on all you other lovely blogger's posts on which I've fallen oh so far behind.
Happy Thanksgiving! Time to put up the Christmas decorations...
11.26.2009
11.25.2009
Haircut
Today I got a hair cut. More than one, actually; probably closer to all of them.
Now I feel a little naked, because my hair was as long as it had ever been before. It was even borderline what you would call "long hair" for a male. Not only do I keep wondering where all that weight on my head went, but I'm not stuck in the post-haircut slump. I can't claim credit for the following graph, but I can vouch for its accuracy.
I'm now looking forward to my next haircut, or rather right before it, so my hair can be awesome again. On the upside, having short hair removes most of the need to take a shower, since I can roll out of bed having my hair look fine. Who really takes a shower for a reason other than hair-sculpting, anyway?
Back to the downside: Of course, now that I'm home for thanksgiving, I'll be visiting my old friends, who are unaware of my recent state of long-hairedness. I can imagine them saying something like, "wow, going to college out of state made your hair look ridiculous." I will be going out of my way to find an excuse to tell them that I got it cut this very morning. In retrospect, I should have just gone with something like this:
Maybe next time...
Now I feel a little naked, because my hair was as long as it had ever been before. It was even borderline what you would call "long hair" for a male. Not only do I keep wondering where all that weight on my head went, but I'm not stuck in the post-haircut slump. I can't claim credit for the following graph, but I can vouch for its accuracy.
Back to the downside: Of course, now that I'm home for thanksgiving, I'll be visiting my old friends, who are unaware of my recent state of long-hairedness. I can imagine them saying something like, "wow, going to college out of state made your hair look ridiculous." I will be going out of my way to find an excuse to tell them that I got it cut this very morning. In retrospect, I should have just gone with something like this:
Maybe next time...
11.24.2009
March of the Turkeys
< morganfreeman> Every year, hundreds of thousands of Americans brave the arctic wastelands of the airport to waddle vast distances to return to the land from whence they came. So begins... The March of the Turkeys < /moreganfreeman>
Today I'm flying home for Thanksgivng. I'm not a fan of big crowds, which does not bode well considering this one of the most popular weeks of the year to travel. Sardine-esque airports may suck, but I am actually a fan of travelling. Except for the layovers. And the shuttles. And the check-in lines. Ok, I guess I'm not really a fan of traveling either.
But I AM a fan of flying. Aside from the certainty of a terrorist attack every time, I find flying (once the plane actually takes off) very enjoyable. Getting my pilot licence is actually one of those things that may or may not be on my bucket list (may if I do it, may not if I don't). That feeling in the pit of your stomach as the plane takes off never gets old.
Not to mention, the complimentary food is awesome, and I'm actually not being sarcastic here. Those little bags of chex mix and the custome made airline cookies - I could eat them all day. I'd eventually need a real meal, but as far as snack food goes, they're unparalleled. Once I get my pilot's licence, I plan on infiltrating some airline (a.k.a. get hired, but that doesn't sound as cool) to get myself an unlimited supply of this food. The salary is just a perk.
My airport shuttle leaves in 2 hours, so I should probably start packing now. Wish me luck in my epic adventure of sitting around all day and eating good food! Who knows, I might even get a chance to catch up on my blogging at the airport. I'm crossing my fingers for free wifi.
Today I'm flying home for Thanksgivng. I'm not a fan of big crowds, which does not bode well considering this one of the most popular weeks of the year to travel. Sardine-esque airports may suck, but I am actually a fan of travelling. Except for the layovers. And the shuttles. And the check-in lines. Ok, I guess I'm not really a fan of traveling either.
But I AM a fan of flying. Aside from the certainty of a terrorist attack every time, I find flying (once the plane actually takes off) very enjoyable. Getting my pilot licence is actually one of those things that may or may not be on my bucket list (may if I do it, may not if I don't). That feeling in the pit of your stomach as the plane takes off never gets old.
Not to mention, the complimentary food is awesome, and I'm actually not being sarcastic here. Those little bags of chex mix and the custome made airline cookies - I could eat them all day. I'd eventually need a real meal, but as far as snack food goes, they're unparalleled. Once I get my pilot's licence, I plan on infiltrating some airline (a.k.a. get hired, but that doesn't sound as cool) to get myself an unlimited supply of this food. The salary is just a perk.
My airport shuttle leaves in 2 hours, so I should probably start packing now. Wish me luck in my epic adventure of sitting around all day and eating good food! Who knows, I might even get a chance to catch up on my blogging at the airport. I'm crossing my fingers for free wifi.
11.23.2009
11.22.2009
Sundae Sunday
I am currently basking in the blissful yet sickening aftermath of Sundae Sunday.
It happens week after week, but I never learn my lesson. Eating Sunday Sundaes on Sundae Sunday is a double edged sword. It looks so good before you eat it, it tastes so good while you eat it, and it almost kills you after you eat it.
The sundae bar was an especially popular place this week, so I opted to make mine with soft-serve ice cream instead (shorter line). By the time I had selected roughly 100 different toppings from the limitless supply, all the ice cream had already melted in the bowl. As you can imagine, this created something that can only be described as a 100% sugary sludge of pure awesome. It reminded me of Gloppy from Molasses Swamp in Candyland. And to top it off, this is a larger than average bowl.
So of course, I ate the whole thing. This was about two hours ago, and I can still feel the roiling mass of chocolately goodness sloshing around in my stomach whenever I move. I probably should have just eaten the sundae as dinner, instead of in addition to it.
The moral of the story is: No matter how sick it makes you feel, Sundae Sunday is ALWAYS worth it.
It happens week after week, but I never learn my lesson. Eating Sunday Sundaes on Sundae Sunday is a double edged sword. It looks so good before you eat it, it tastes so good while you eat it, and it almost kills you after you eat it.
The sundae bar was an especially popular place this week, so I opted to make mine with soft-serve ice cream instead (shorter line). By the time I had selected roughly 100 different toppings from the limitless supply, all the ice cream had already melted in the bowl. As you can imagine, this created something that can only be described as a 100% sugary sludge of pure awesome. It reminded me of Gloppy from Molasses Swamp in Candyland. And to top it off, this is a larger than average bowl.
So of course, I ate the whole thing. This was about two hours ago, and I can still feel the roiling mass of chocolately goodness sloshing around in my stomach whenever I move. I probably should have just eaten the sundae as dinner, instead of in addition to it.
The moral of the story is: No matter how sick it makes you feel, Sundae Sunday is ALWAYS worth it.
11.21.2009
Rgw Eusskw Oiar
Ud tiyew ewasubf rguam xibfearykaruiba, Tiy aikcws rgw eusskw oiar
R
G
U
A
U
A
U
E
E
W
K
W
C
A
B
R
The potentially harder riddle-type post. It might be hard, it might be easy - I don't really know.
Have fun.
R
G
U
A
U
A
U
E
E
W
K
W
C
A
B
R
The potentially harder riddle-type post. It might be hard, it might be easy - I don't really know.
Have fun.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
