Fish Factory

I feel torn between a first world problem and a third world success. 

I am leaving for Alaska. To work in the canneries. No cell phone service, no internet, no nothing. Just fish, 16 hour work days, and me. Life is going to be great. Maybe. 


See you in two months! 

Flossing Freak Out

Confession Time. I have fallen down on my oral regimen. I have failed myself, I have failed my dentist. I have failed my loyal blog readers. All four of you. (Russians COME BACK!)

Its time to up the oral game from courage to insanity wolf. And if you check him out, he's got some nice teethy fangs.

I will do better! I will brush longer, floss harder, and swish stronger. I will not let the stress of finals, graduation, my job ending, and moving make me fall off the flossing truck and keeping my teeth in tact in my head.

Stone Sober

Cleaning out farm barns with my siblings. We said we'd handle the cans and bottles.

The amount of beer cans we collected and returned make us look like an underage family of raging alcoholics in the Fred Meyer Parking lot. In this particular state we can get five cents per can for a grand profit of $32.50, which is like 647 cans of worth of busch and we still have half a truck load left to go. we sorta broke the can machines.

The family that returns sour smelling beer cans together will be oflactorily traumatized together.

Home Again

No standoff anymore...I have returned to my casa of origin. I am back visiting for a few days until The Great Alaskan Adventure. Being as I am a responsible adult child, I tried to throw my garbage away. Key word there is: tried.

Big Sister, Big Stick. I bossed my Younger Yet Taller Brother into doing his chores and when he didn't do the right garbage cans I pulled rank again. Success. Domination from the couch. Getting so much done and my siblings can't wait for me to leave. I still run this house.

Stuff and Things

I now live in a house and not an apartment!

Indications of this:
1. It took 14 man hours to move all my things.
2. I am probably one box/bag away from a hoarders episode
3. If there is a fire or an earthquake, I will probably die since I would not be able to escape my room.
4. If I had to be barricaded into my room as a result of the Walking Dead taking over the city, I would be  well-fed, entertained, stylish, and have access to enough items to fashion weapons out of in my sparest of spare time.

Then I look at all the items and for some reason I THINK I need it. Obviously there is a reason I have it. On the off chance I want it, its there. If I could only find it...

Hold the Gifts

Soooooo..... tiny confession.

Ultimate procrastination. Working on final papers after graduation. Like who does that? Apparently after five years of college all the strength one possesses is zapped and all you can do is will yourself to get out of bed in the morning to spend copious amounts of time on the internet and eat a completely processed food diet.

Soon after this paper, the light will return to my eyes and I will skip through life with an abundance of energy and goodwill to all people. even the mean ones who wish I was fat.

Situation on the Graduation

Halle-freaking-lujah. Best Present Ever.

Worst fear ever. You know you have those friends you keep around on facebook to moniter how fat they've gotten or how much they've messed up their life because they were mean to you that one time when they were having a bad day and you have never ever forgotten it and thus seek retribution? Yeah, no one does that--we just joke about it like its real.

BUT I AM NOT THAT PERSON FOR ANYONE. BECAUSE I DID NOT GET FAT. Feel free to stalk my impending success!

BAM

Hell week is almost over. 

Microsoft Spell Check. Gift of God to graduates and anyone else who doesn't have time to be persnickety.

One project down. 6 papers left to go.

This is Sparta.

Never Again

Spring Quarter Goal: Finishing everything ahead of time and being totally caught up on all my assignments, projects and portfolios. I will give up TV, browsing stupid websites, I will keep my car and my room clean.


Well....it didn't happen. Welcome to Hell Week 2012 where the procrastinators come to die and the anti-crastinators freak out anyway. 

Guess I better start a blog to chronicle my downward spiral. Oh wait, that's what this is.