(or in this case, pie)

I've been 21 for a little more than an hour. I am on the couch having myself a Lord of the Rings marathon with a mud pie in hand.

Life is good.

I just can't wait. In lieu of 500 Days of Summer, I wanted to post this silly little video of Zooey Deschanel and Joseph Gordon Levitt.



Don't you just love it?

I love you Jason Schwartzman. You never cease to amaze me, never.

I'm going to attempt an all-nighter because I've a paper to finish on Jacksonian Democracy. By that I mean Andrew Jackson and not the formerly talented and recently deceased Michael Jackson (RIP). I am just a bit sorely depressed over his death in one way or another ("The Way You Make Me Feel" and the like are classics amiright?).

So what am I doing posting? I'll be blunt: wasting time. I really can think of no plausible reason as to why someone would spend their time on the internet tweeting and blogging the night before an extensive paper is due. I'm not even sure why my macbook is open when I should be reading more thoroughly into my text book, particularly about the spoils system. General uselessness is what it is. It is quite often demonstrated reading literature recreationally, tweeting, posting on xanga, checking e-mail when there is none to check and watching previously seen films over and over and over and over... again and again. I've quite a few of these symptoms if not all. I blame the heat.

Summer has been sizzling as is expected. It's been so warm that the past three days have been declared as Spare the Air days. My skin is getting darker as summer goes by. I don't mind it though, not one bit (with the exception of the threat-of-global-warming aspect of this heat). I enjoy getting my dose of Vitamin D from the sun. It's the season to enjoy fresh berries. It's when the first lick of a popsicle is the most refreshing thing in the world, the season when sweaters are not necessary. When the weather allows for a late night dip in a pool.

Not to mention that it will be my birthday in approximately 17 days.

(but seriously, I need to finish this paper).

Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson all in the same week?

What a downcast. It seemed as if they would live forever.

We failed the last time we tried to get in on Free Wednesday back in January, but we learned our lesson and woke up at 5 in the morning yesterday to beat the masses.







Anaconda.




Take us to your leader.


The flash wasn't supposed to go off, but we look pretty good so that's okay.




Upside down Jellyfish :)




If it takes humans eight years to digest gum, how long a giraffe?

I ran this morning not knowing it was National Running Day. I never would have noticed, the sidewalks were empty but the streets were filled with cars going this way and that. I found out via Twitter under trending topics. That's how I keep up with the world, Twitter. Oh and I've been following Andy Cooper (sounds more personal than Anderson <3) so I'm up to date with the headlines. I do have to say that Andy is definitely spamming my twitter feed with all these reports and articles. It's a bit overwhelming sometimes. Anyway, I must lead a sad life considering this whole paragraph is about the wonders of Twitter. I guess I am just a Twitter Twit.

Summer Session started this week. I nearly got myself into taking three classes to be on campus from 9 in the morning until 8 in the evening, but I realized I was only doing that to keep myself extremely occupied. I realized my thoughts of desolation would catch up with me sooner or later so I decided to stick with just one class. My professor is old. Really, he is. I am more than 100 percent sure that he used a type writer for the syllabus. He said class usually ends when he runs out of breath. And he is full of Grandpa stories. He goes on and about his days of mayorship in Sunnyvale and having lunch with Ronald Reagan then he jumps to how he married a Quaker and their wedding night when his wife's friends filled their shoes with sugar and he found angler worms in his freezer then to how shoes used to cost $1.98. Brian and I were snickering the entire time. We're going to have to start sitting in the back. This is a US History class. But considering he was a Mayor and all, I suppose he was part of California History, ergo part of US History. Too bad this class is supposed to take us from the American Revolution to Reconstruction. So he's just a bit off.

My sister and I found a lost Dobson puppy at the park during our picnic, which we will probably do on a weekly basis until the summer is over. The picnic, that is. We called animal control, but they just asked us to drop her off at the shelter. I doubt she wanted to stay in my bike basket so we left her there. I felt awful, but I didn't want to force her into my basket. We also met an English woman and her Golden Retriever named Princess.

We went and got slurpees after meeting the dogs, where I almost crashed into my death, or a tree rather. As we were turning the corner, this man on his bike said "Oh". And I swerved into the plant life next to the side walk. I nearly crashed into a tree on my way there. Luckily, I ran over some roses instead. I'm glad God loves me enough to save me from a comical and humiliating death.

I really should be finishing my paper at the moment, but as most procrastinators know, brilliance does not usually occur until last minute. And if it doesn't, there is always the option of faking it.

errr right?