Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Can't Stop Won't Stop

Ever since Noemi told me about the song "Alejate de mi" by Latin pop group Camila, I can't stop listening to it! It's a great song.

Other things things that I can't stop doing include but are not limited to:

-reading Harry Potter
-renting movies from the library
-eating candy
-eating ice cream
-listening to Eisley

Short list but it's true.

Also this is my favorite SpongeBob Sqaure Pants clip. I love SBSP!

Friday, August 5, 2011

I'll treat ya like I missed ya.

I'll treat this blog like I missed it. Honestly I don't really miss it all that much but I was just reading Noemi's blog and I realized that there a lot of things on her blog that she doesn't tell me about which is fine because obvi she just forgets to tell me. But it got me thinking that there are probably a lot of things that I forget to tell her. So I will start to update this blog if only to make sure she knows everything.

Something else that got me thinking about blogging is that Saturday I guess I'm going to be hiking Table Rock with some friends. I'm pretty scared. You wanna know why? Ok.
I'm afraid
1. that I will slow everyone down and I will only be a nuisance to them all.
2. that I will die
3. that I will literally stop breathing
4. how long does it take for one to get used living in such high altitude when said person is from GA? I'm afraid that I won't be able to handle the elevation
5. that I will have to run from a moose or bear (or any wild animal for that matter)
6. that I will fall

I'm just a scaredy cat I think. I don't know if this is a very good idea. I mean, I worked out almost every other day this semester. There were a few weeks in total that I didn't work out but still every time I climb R mountain I want to die. The only thing keeping me from cowering like a dog, in a tent, while every one else climbs Table rock is my fear that I will get eaten by a bear and/or a moose and no one will hear my screams for help because they are too busy looking out onto Idaho's boobs (the Tetons is french for boobs. Look it up! It's true! The french are perverts. Look that up too!) So either way I'm a wimp.

Onto more pressing matters. I have a tradition of blogging my will before I do anything scary. Once I made a will before I climbed out onto my friend's roof. The point being that in the event that I die, just fight over my things. I'm talking American Gladiator type stuff. Oh except I want Noemi to have my phone so she can know the wonder it is to own an iPhone. Oh and in case I die I choose Tom to delete all my text messages (wouldn't want you all to not show up at my funeral just because I said something mean about you via text message. JK I don't say mean things about my friends, but maybe I say mean things about your friends. You'll never know). Tell my mother that my last words were "I love my mom." My last words may very well be "son of B****, motherF******, i knew i shouldn't have hiked this so-called table rock!" but you tell my mother that they were the former! And Noemi, if I die, change my facebook status to "Dead" and my relationship status to in a Relationship with the Grim Reaper or something funny like that. If you don't do it, I'll haunt you.

I think I have everything covered. On a lighter note, IF I survive this hike you'll get to see lot's of pretty pictures taken from my phone! They WILL be edited on instagram because i am NOT a real photographer and instagram makes me feel better about that. Say something!! That's what I thought.

I'd better go to sleep, it's getting late and I'm becoming more belligerent by the minute. Wish me luck, pray for me, send good vibes my way or wish upon a star that i will make it through this adventure.