beardsley

Novembeard.

A great month for some men to look especially handsome.

And also a great month for more men than I ever realized could possibly look so patchy and foolish to look patchy and foolish.

I've never seen so much patchy fur as I did this Novembeard.

The thing is, a beard is supposed to be full and manly. There were way too many beard posers last month. And that is NOT full and manly.

According to a very reliable source, Wiki,

"a beard is the collection of hair that grows on the chin, cheeks and neck of human beings".

Notice how it does not say, "a beard is patches of hair that grows on the chin, cheeks, and neck of human beings."

I just want to go up to one of those patch beards and say, "Hey Beardsley! What the ... is on your face?! This is Novembeard. Patchtober was last month."

Thankfully, Deshaveber came so every patch beard is no more.

thanksgivingsday

It was a very nice occasion on which my mother's whole family came over. My favorite part was when it was just me, my sibs, and the folks. We got out some bubbly, played some music, and had some fine dining. I also read a new book which I LOVED. It's called Divergent. Read it.

On Monday I was the only kid home with my parents. We wanted to try this new Indian restaurant. So we got some chicken curry there and 2 meals at Cafe Rio just in case the Indian sucked. But it didn't suck. Not to Dad and me. I enjoyed it. He devoured it.

Wanna know everything I ate during the break? I'll tell you anyway.

Chicken curry
Cafe Rio pork enchilada w/beans and rice
Cauliflower soup
Banana pie
Cookies
Turkey
jk i don't have time for this.

I've learned that the longer I stay at home, the more I don't want to come back up to Logan. Especially when you don't love your roommates. This week confirmed that knowledge once again. I didn't really relish the idea of leaving my nice, big, warm, food filled, parent occupied, clean house.  But I guess the thought that I'll be back in less than 3 weeks helps me get through that hardship.

Cheers to Thanksgiving.

p.s. I'm thankful for all those things I ate, Pillow talk with sisters, new Christmas quilt from Mom, Dad's hugs, the sight of my brother and sister-in-law after 3 months, car talk with Katie, Lindsay almost always coming to the store with me, and Carlee letting me sleep in the bed instead of on the couch. Also, bubbly.

breaking

dawn.
yep, i saw it.

and sure liked it.

some of it was a little much. but, you know. whatevs.

it's got the whole package. creepy. provocative. vampires. cheesy. weird. ugly. handsome. vomit. action. wolves. blood. baby. anorexia. pretty music. listening to minds. anger. motorcycle. bella. you know, things every good movie needs.

now i don't get what's up with all this "harry potter is so much better than twilight crap". i thought that was common sense. how do the two even relate, i ask?

you can't say harry is better than edward because they are totally different things. harry is a weird looking wizard while edward is a not-too-shabby looking vampire. 

their only similarity is that they both read minds. harry reads voldemort's mind, edward reads everyone's minds. oh, and that they both look pretty untasteful when shirtless.

but those are minor details.

if you really want to say that harry potter is better, twilight would have to be more similar.

such as,

edward loves bella, who is a muggle. edward was muggle born, also considered a mudblood (bad word) but found out at age 17 (a little late, seeing as he should have been graduating hogwarts at that time) that he had special vampire powers. volturimort didn't like edward because when he killed edwards mother, the curse backfired and made him into a vampire. so volturimort when on a rampage to kill edward. so edward hid in bella's room under his invisibility cloak while she slept. he wanted her muggle blood.

anyway, you get my drift.

so twilight haters, back off.

someone like you

good.

parachute

I just saw these guys for the first time ever.

And daaaaaaannnnnngggggg.

They were freaking good.

Also, nice to look at.

At this particular concert, there were a bunch of drunk girls yelling stupid things and embarrassing themselves.

Also, a girl got cheesed at me for pushing her. If people would just learn that when you're in a crowd of a billion people at a concert, you'll probably get touched and pushed around, then things would just be a lot more chipper.

These are my two favorite songs from Parachute's new album.



The second one is one of those songs that gives me chills. And the end of the first one.
Now that's rare.

let's go

My current favs.

Yes, I am turning into a rap girl, a little bit. Don't hate.

It's partly cause I've been in the mood to dance party for weeks. 

My Fiesta started this urge.

Plus when I walk on campus and listen to 'I Can Transform Ya' I have an extra bounce in my step.

I'm branching out in other ways, too. Weird music like Regina Spektor's type is becoming more appealing to me. What the?

I dare you to sample them all.

peter

Remember Peter? From the Sean Kingston concert?

I do.

Sometimes I see him on campus.

Every time I see him there's always a surprise in store. You really never know what he'll be dressed as.

The other day I sat down at a computer in the computer lab between two boys. I looked over and there was Peter! He was sporting a hat like this and some longer scraggly hair. It made my day. Then he stood up and made my week. He was wearing black hooker boots. None of that silver crap he used to wear. He is moving up in the world with black. Pants tucked in and all. I only took a mental picture, which I haven't yet figured out how to copy and paste to the interwebs.

He is one of my favorite people. And he doesn't even know it. He also doesn't even know that I'm making him famous right now.