Debate.

The mac vs. pc debate.

I couldn't care less. Stop shoving it down my throat either way. Let people be and like whatever they're gonna like.

The end.

This picture is magical.

Helicowgirl!

Latest and greatest update.

I have finally discovered what I want to be when I grow up! And, I really, really want this.

A Helicopter Cowgirl!

This could be me!!

I will herd cattle with a helicopter and if that doesn't work, I will herd them on an ATV. I cannot think of a more perfect or fantastic lifestyle. This type of work is typically found in Australia and I'm okay living there to pursue my helicopter cowgirl dream.

It's going to be incredible.

You'll see.

Blogspot keeps a tracking record of how many people look at my blog-of-gold. This is wonderfully suited to boost my vanity. I was surprisingly popular in July of 2011. While I’m not certain how blogspot knew of my happenings, I’m happy to report that I was, indeed, particularly extraordinary in July.

If I were clever I would write a brilliantly witty list of the reasons why and/or how blogspot knew of my whereabouts last summer but my extraordinary sense of laziness prevails over my wit.

And now, because the internet has become overrun with cats, I will leave you with this picture of a cat about to be cat-scanned. CAT SCANNED! I love it.

I used to enjoy writing.

I should be sleeping. I have, however, been banned from sleep aids and am suffering from the reoccurring sleep difficulty and am now turning to a healthy and perhaps helpful (?) activity. Success pending.

I figure it’s not too late to jump on the 2012 New Year Resolution bandwagon. I like doing what other people do. I also like lists. This is a happy combination of the two.

Behold: Resolutions!

1. Become unrecognizably thin. I’m saying, like 84 pounds. I’m thinking that if the wind blows and my spine breaks, I’ve accomplished said goal.

2. Expand my bank account. Wait, hold the damn phone, I didn’t say which direction. I’ll just let my reader(s) wonder. I adore remaining a mystery.

3. Travel. I have been aching to explore West Virginia. The Appalachian accent just brings me to my knees. I love having to have subtitles and a translator readily available whenever I leave my beautiful mountainous accent. Part II of this goal: find an Appalachian man. I’m impartial if it’s for keepsies or for funsies; either way works for me.

4. Get in the Guinness Book of World records for holding the most records. Step one: break a record.

5. Learn. Specifically, learn the didgeridoo. Correction, learn how to spell didgeridoo without having to look it up.

6. Make a guest appearance in a Disney/Pixar film. Or star in one. I’m not picky.

7. I think it’s important to learn all the words to the Harry Potter IV soundtrack. I believe 2012 is the perfect year.

8. Knit a horse. A real one.

9. I also am going to master a backflip off of K-2 and land in Nepal. I learned how to do a proper back flip in 2011 and I think I’m going to expound upon this newly acquired skill.

Nine goals seem perfectly reasonable. I don’t want to overwhelm myself with overdoing it.

I fully expect for 2012 to be just as wonderful and joyful as the previous year, if not better.

And now I will leave with these pictures.

This was a particularly delightful Winyl and Cheetos were unceremoniously shoved in my mouth. I don't seem all that upset about it.

These humans happen to be some of my favorites. I am surrounded by the most incredible humans on the planet. I will fight those who disagree and I will win.

This is how I choose to spend my time, now-a-days. I love it. No sarcasm; just happiness. I am anxiously anticipating summer's return.

And finally, because this boy is, and will always be, the love of my life, I am including a picture of my heart's joy.

How unlike me to include picture of my real life. Apparently I am so in love with this past year and all of the wonderful people (except those who really sucked) in it who contributed to this undeniable kick ass existence.

Damn yeah!

Arcade Fire. "Suburbs" 2010. Hells to the yeah.

Let's talk about how much I love how Arcade Fire's "Suburbs" won Album of the Year. Let's face it: this album was outstanding. Truly. And I'm not saying this because I have a particular soft spot for obscure underdogs. Nor am I happy for this "upset" because I don't like the Beibs, Ms. Gaga, or Katie Perry or all the rest of the catchy pop bands. I don't hate them, their music is super catchy and as my sister often reminds me, a fierce beat tends to be my vice. I even like some of the songs from the train-wreck human, Eminem. Simply, Arcade Fire outshines them all. (I'd put this album in my top 3 for 2010)

I am a giant fan of this revolving door of musical absurdity/brilliance Canadian/Haitian band. And, for once, I'm so appreciative that mainstream music academies have taken notice of music talent as opposed to popularity. It won't last, of course, but for now I'm okay with this brief moment of respect to the music instead of the numbers. Also Muse took home a win as well as a pretty awesome performance of rock-awesomeness. The Bro-hah would have approved.

Congratulations Grammys. I give this year's festival of celebrity ridiculousness two thumbs up.

Post Script: I do love (read: sarcasm) how this news dominates today's news sites. As opposed to Tehran. Tennessee. Or the newly revealed Obama administration budget cuts (which seem reasonable...maybe). Go 'Merica!

Eternal Sunshine

What's this!? Could this finally be true?

The real question is: if the opportunity presented itself, would I chose this option? Would forgetting it all make it easier?

Answer: No. While this particular hangover lingers in the most uncomfortable and undesirable manner, I don't think I could bring myself to do it. I've seen the movie. I know what happens. Ultimately the positive outweighs the negative.

When the hell did I turn into an optimist? Nah, it comes and goes and the cynicism will forever remain.

Thank you CNN.com for posting this article instead of yet another political blurb over another post about the ever annoying Ms. Palin, the anti-Christ Cheney or any of their Republican cronies. Granted, dig a little, and one can find yet another article about the "newsworthy" political constants.


**It should be noted that I do not agree with the article's author slight against The Science of Sleep. I think that was a beautiful film.

"Modern (wo)Man"

With a broken heart I have to admit defeat and say goodbye to my dream school, University of Texas at Austin. Despite an acceptance letter to both the school and my program of choice, I simply cannot afford the top 30 school, even with loans and grants, and will not be attending said dream school.

There were tears.

So, now, I have to eat about every word I've ever uttered and suck up all pride and cruise through the local university, the one I swore wasn't worth my time of day. It's a sickeningly humbling experience. One I'm not proud of.

Anyway, because of 18 year old stupidity, USU isn't sure I'm the correct student for them (even though I am transferring with a 3.8 GPA and a glorious acceptance to a TOP 30 SCHOOL) and am required to write an ass kissing letter of why I failed when I was young(er) and dumb(er). My question is this: Am I allowed to brag that a top school wanted me? Or is that just kicking a dead horse?

Oh well, hopefully with an insane course load, extensive study abroad, and amazingly glorious grades, I will be able to obtain some sort of financial aid to cover getting my Masters at University of Texas. It's simply not enough to have a just Bachelor these days and I'm much more willing to go in debt for a Masters.

Sigh. Being an adult sucks.

Still, being in Utah isn't all that bad. The concerts that are approaching are reason enough (oh, and the friends and family).