Two things

Cats...


...and Alan.

(This is for you, Petey)

The Idaho Cherry

Jenna really knows how to make me
look good...

"Why do you keep taking surprise pictures of me? I'll pose!"

I-DUH-HO.

"YOUR LOVE, YOUR LOVE, YOUR
LOVE... IS MY DRUG"

I collect magnets. I should've
gotten this to commemorate the
occasion.

Ugh ew. They look gross, but they're
not.

The faithful driver, Katy.

Jenna, looking at this picture:
"Ugh. Why is my body
contorted that way?"

This is delayed. By almost a week. Sorry.
For those of you with a Facebook, you've seen these. For those of you who don't have one, I will explain.

First off, this was supposed to be a "Big Lebowski" movie party. Jenna and Jared agreed to watch it with us as long as they got to drink White Russians (a recurring drink in the movie). So we let them. Two and a half hours later and with only 30 minutes of the movie watched, Jenna suddenly shouted, "Jack in the Box! Let's go to Jack in the Box! Tacos. Tacos, tacos, tacos!" She wouldn't let the idea go. Then Jared (remember?) wouldn't let it go. So we had two drunk people yelling for tacos. My roommate Katy and I were debating on whether to take them or not, and since I hate driving, I left it up to her. She took us.

Secondly, until last Friday, I'd never been to Idaho. I was promised all last semester a trip to Idaho by Jared with Jenna and Shelly. I've also been told that I need a Jack in the Box taco. Repeatedly. So, this trip was killing 1.5 birds with one stone (I say 1.5 because Shelly didn't come with us, so that left the mission incomplete).

Thirdly-of-all, the nearest Jack in the Box is in Pocatello. That's about 1 hour 40 minutes away from Logan. That's the equivalent of driving to Salt Lake to get In-N-Out (which, by the way, is our next trip). But Katy drove us. I am still amazed that she did that, because I would probably not. The trip itself was the best part of the night. Jenna was convinced she knew the lyrics to every song on Katy's cds. She did not. But that didn't stop her from "singing" really loud and car dancing. Don't sit next to her when she car dances-- it's dangerous.  I can't really write out all the details of what happened, because Jenna still has sober pride.

Quadruply, Jack in the Box was good. Good in that terrible way where you know it's just a taco with an American cheese slice in it smothered in a slightly spicy sauce. But before you realize it, you've eaten four tacos and you're splitting a sourdough burger with Jenna. Hey, before you judge, we all got four tacos. Except Katy, because she only got two.

Time arrived home: 3:30-3:45 am.
Total miles traveled: 208.6.
Total trip time: about 4 hours.

Was it worth it?
YES.

"Self Portrait"

"Self Portrait"

Frugal/Not Frugal

Frugal: Refusing to pay over $7 for a shirt.
Not frugal: Paying full price for a limited-time-only graphic tee.
Frugal: Patching up all the holes in my jeans.
Not frugal: Getting the schmancy jean thread that cost more than the plain blue thread.
Frugal: Scraping the mold off my raspberries to salvage them for a salad.
Not frugal: Not bothering to pick the moldy grapes out of the bag, but instead throwing the rest away.
Frugal: Figuring out the one type of cheese that I can't cook without and buying the smallest, cheapest block of that (mozzarella, if you're curious).
Not frugal: Buying a small tub of mascarpone.
Frugal: Cutting my Ambien into quarters instead of halves.
Not frugal: Needing Ambien. 
Frugal: Instead of throwing away the dried-out bread, toasting it and using it for my daily PB&J.
Not frugal: The Sara Lee low calorie bread.
Frugal: Putting food in plastic shopping bags instead of shelling out the money for Ziplocs.
Not frugal: That 100% recycled aluminum foil I purchased (grilled vegetables, anyone?).
Frugal: Getting black ankle boots for free.
Not frugal: Revamping them with black fringe.
Frugal: Waiting until DownEast Basics sells clothes for basically nothing on the quad so I can finally own a shirt that doesn't have holes in it.
Not frugal: None.


Today I win.

Hokey.

I get it, I get it: we're all back in school. Well, not all of us, but school's started and some of us are in it.
So here I am in the second week of the third year of my college education. I've still got another (minimum) of three years left, so it's not too special. There is an advantage though: by the time it's truly my last year, I will have no problem registering for classes because I'll have a million credits. Yippee!

A have a few classes. They go something like this:
M/W: Photography I, Institute, Family Finance
T/R: English 2010, 2D Design, Art History: Prehistoric to Medieval
F: Family Finance

You don't care. I know this because I don't really care about other's schedules. I just want to tell you that Tuesdays and Thursdays are killer. I write/draw/sketch so much that by the end of Art History, I curse the invention of written language. As much as I dread the tests and papers in Art History, the most confuddling class I have is.....
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(drumroll)
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2D Design!

The problem with this class is that I have learned nothing so far. I have had to turn in my sketchbook twice, both times requiring 5 hours' worth of work. Even though that sent me into panic-induced fits of self-doubt and a sinking feeling of overall crappiness, my teacher wants each of us to apply the class to our field of study. So, er... hmm.
Uhhhh *creaking noises*

The other photography major in the class had issues as well. When I went to talk to the teacher to maybe get a grasp on what exactly he wanted from a photo major, he told me to draw the emotion of a photo with lines. He drew an example of a previous student's work. This:

"The three lines represent unity and society and the line on the left represents loneliness and being separated and lost from society."

Whaaaaaaaaaaa....?

Okay folks, I may be an art student, but I'm not hokey. For all we know, the drawing was supposed to be this:

Wolverine grilling a steak. 

Yes. That's supposed to be Wolverine. I blame my inability to draw with computers on the elementary school teachers that wouldn't let me use my left hand for the mouse. 

That's beside the point. Sometimes I just don't like the ridiculously hokey-bajokey stuff that gets thrown out there. 

I'll let you know how this class goes. 

a-coodle-doodle-do!

Their mode of transportation.

"Steve Holt!"

Arrested Development.

Watch this show. It only has three seasons because it was cancelled prematurely. How sad, because this show is brilliant. I'm obsessed.

My favorite character is a tie between GOB (pronounced like "Job," or "Jobe") and Tobias. So, these guys:

Gob- Aspiring magician (and a terrible one at that), sarcastic, competitive, and kind of stupid. He rides around on a Segway.

Tobias- Former analyst and therapist ["the world's first analrapist!" (pronounced "uhn-al-ruh-pist")], now an aspiring actor (a really terrible one). He also tries repeatedly to get a gig with the Blue Man Group.

I can't describe how funny this show really is. You just have to watch it.  There are so many levels of humor. Dry, punny, sarcastic, random, adult, and my favorite, situational humor. Jenna calls it the original Office, and that the world just wasn't ready for the show (which is sad, because The Office is on it's 8th season, and it's the same kind of humor. But Arrested Development is better).

Watch the show. Then we'll talk.

This is a compilation of the "chicken" scenes throughout the seasons.