B: You were drawing!
S: Yeah. It's a three-headed dragon and two of its heads got tangled and it's sad.
B: Are you the dragon?
S: No.
B: Am I the dragon?
S: No.
B: Who is the dragon?
S: No one. It's just a three headed dragon.
B: Ugh. (somewhat disgusted, but in a joking way)
To me this conversation was very thought provoking and I'd like to remember it.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
I'd only waste it again.
So there I am, minding my own business, feverishly typing up a paper due that was due in six hours. I had spent the day in St. George washing windows, playing Mario Kart, and eating homemade cupcakes at my brother's birthday party, trying to forget about my collegiate alter ego's scholastic responsibilities. I arrived back in Cedar at around 11:30 and immediately felt the colossal tidal wave of impending deadlines crash down on my weary body. I somehow found the strength to crawl to the nearest refuge, the 24 hour computer lab full of my fellow peers, their desperation apparent in the frenzied clacking from typing on the keyboards. It lifted my spirits to know I wasn't alone.
It was around 1:30 when I heard the scream. Not the scream of a frustrated student who had forgotten to push save before closing their word document- no. It came from directly outside the building. It was the sound of a man whose life had come to an abrupt and violent end. The scream was initially acknowledged only by a few swift glances to the door by a couple of distracted students, but the second time it was not so easily ignored. The gaggle of abercrombie-clad girls sitting nearby giggled stupidly and I made eye contact with the boy sitting five chairs away from me. We exchanged looks of horror, but he quickly returned to the safety of his computer screen. I, however, warily surveyed the room, carefully calculating my chances for survival for I alone recognized that god-forsaken scream. That terrible sound had been the last utterance from a man who had clearly just been devoured alive by a SWARM OF FLESH-EATING ZOMBIES!!!!!!
After desperately searching for an escape route I came to the dismal conclusion that there was no escape. I was damned to become a savory entree in an all-you-can-eat human buffet for the living dead...
I thought back to the events that had occurred earlier that day; how I had danced barefoot in the grass... how my little baby kitty cat had crawled sleepily into my lap... how my sister had worn a safari themed outfit and felt a little insecure about it, but still looked so beautiful... and I realized it was in these seemingly wasted hours that my time on this earth had been best put to use. I was grateful and at peace. Then I finished my paper and walked home alone in the dark.
It was around 1:30 when I heard the scream. Not the scream of a frustrated student who had forgotten to push save before closing their word document- no. It came from directly outside the building. It was the sound of a man whose life had come to an abrupt and violent end. The scream was initially acknowledged only by a few swift glances to the door by a couple of distracted students, but the second time it was not so easily ignored. The gaggle of abercrombie-clad girls sitting nearby giggled stupidly and I made eye contact with the boy sitting five chairs away from me. We exchanged looks of horror, but he quickly returned to the safety of his computer screen. I, however, warily surveyed the room, carefully calculating my chances for survival for I alone recognized that god-forsaken scream. That terrible sound had been the last utterance from a man who had clearly just been devoured alive by a SWARM OF FLESH-EATING ZOMBIES!!!!!!
After desperately searching for an escape route I came to the dismal conclusion that there was no escape. I was damned to become a savory entree in an all-you-can-eat human buffet for the living dead...
I thought back to the events that had occurred earlier that day; how I had danced barefoot in the grass... how my little baby kitty cat had crawled sleepily into my lap... how my sister had worn a safari themed outfit and felt a little insecure about it, but still looked so beautiful... and I realized it was in these seemingly wasted hours that my time on this earth had been best put to use. I was grateful and at peace. Then I finished my paper and walked home alone in the dark.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Spaceball
I'm starting up a league. Meet every Wednesday on the moon for practice. Our first game will be when the Martians attack.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Working Girl
First I finished knitting my fingerless gloves.
Then I watched a million episodes of Teen Mom on MTV.com.
Then I spun around in my chair for a while and then I looked at some pretty scarves:
made by Vera Neumann.
I hope I'm this cute when I grow up.
Also as a side note, I somehow always get these totally awesome minimum wage jobs that allow me to sit around in front of a computer for hours and hours and do whatever I want. Now if you'll exuse me I have some a couple of Teen Moms that need attending.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Riley you shouldn't have deleted your facebook account
cause I haz something to show you.
Do you even get on this? I guess it's posted so eventually you will... I hope.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
War of the Worlds
And this thing I saw! How can I describe it? A monstrous tripod, higher than many houses, striding over the young pine-trees, and smashing them aside in its career; a walking engine of glittering metal, striding now across the heather; articulate ropes of steel dangling from it, and the clattering tumult of its passage mingling with the riot of thunder.
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