What are theyyyyy

Instead of going to the gym, I contributed to the world being a better place and found this guy:

Every time it's sunny, there's clouds on the horizon.

Hipsters.
The word makes some people shudder. some people lactate. Others, like my mom, ask for a definition.
Not sure how I feel, but they annoy me on facebook. Most notably when they go and find hipster hip stomping grounds to nonchalantly pose, act like they don't care, then race home to edit the contrast so it looks circa 1970's.
These hip places include, but are not limited to:
-old buildings
-trains, train tracks, train tunnels, you name it, a hipster has had a beard there
-roofs
-city walls
-peculiar dive bars with other pissed off looking people in the background
-flat cap store. only kidding. but they'll be wearing a flat cap.
-the woods. ironically.
-ironic places ie, great grandma's birthday, the beach, Westmont.

You get the point.

I'll be Star One Day

I saw this little gem on the internet today. Couldn't possibly deprive you guys of it.
Just a note before watching: look closely at the explosion in the first couple of minutes. The second one is of a cat being catapulted out of the bush, and then, I'm assuming, his spirit face looks down over the long forgotten world of what he left behind.

I See a Mansard Roof

So, I'm lying in bed almost completely horizontal, edging the blanket closely around the entire outline of my body so as not to let any inch of the cold get in and whisk away my well deserved body heat. My laptop is just too far away on my desk. I want to move less, so I transfer it to my lap, the more heat from any external source, the better. I peruse around le Facebook for a bit, and I'm about to watch a video. I go to press down slightly, and my computer decides at that point that it's going to stray away from my will and do whatever it feels like. I keep trying the mouse, and it comes up as other icons. Panic rises because this computer was purchased only a few months ago after the prolonged crash of my other one. Messing around with it more just leads to more trouble, and I do this for around 10 minutes. After these minutes have passed, I need to get up because my bladder is so worried for me that it demands to be emptied at that moment. My computer raises to one side and lo and behold my mouse was just in between my lap and the computer being pressed.
Teenage angst about my electronics has subsided.

Spill Your Dreams to Me and We Can Hide Away

"My church...is pretty bland at first glance. It is a cinder-block bunker situated across the street from a university and up the road from about a hundred other churches. It has the requisite plastic chairs, lame carpet, and bad coffee. In five years I've never had a good cup of coffee there. But I love it. I love the people. And I love the teaching-it's challenging and theologically significant. It's spiritual meat in a world of beer, milk, and philosophical cookies. It's a bubble that I am proud to be a part of, and I am being challenged there in ways that I never thought possible." -Ted Kluck

I love this quote. It resonates exactly with how I feel about my church(except I really enjoy beer, so not that part). The message was so good today, as it is most times. Sigh.

Unbeknownst to All Mankind

I have a completely irrational fear of throwing up in public places. For example, if I'm going to church, I try to not eat anything that has the possibility of making me sick. In class, I always think about possible exit strategies in case I feel the need to hurl chunks. Strange, yes. Irrational, yes. But it's there. It's not keeping me from doing anything, in fact, I just realized that I think about it probably more than most people do.

Moving on, there's a furry on campus. That's when I know that my college is diverse. There's only one, but he's a fox. I saw him running toward the bus, tail flopping.

Lindsey's addition to What Grinds My Gears.
You know what really grinds my gears? When adults today act like my generation has never heard of a cassette tape. They forgot that we had them too. I had a walkman for a long time before I raked(literally, raked leaves) up enough cash to by my first diskman. They ask, "Do you guys, well, you probably don't even remember, but do you guys remember something called a cassette tape?" YES. Yes I do.

High and Mighty

I want to have really strong arms. Strong enough to mix frosting better than I can now.