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Greetings from the tundra! Today we witnessed an all time normal here in Rexburg of 30 below 0 when I went to class this morning. yep. Traditionally, I like to stick with the self inflicted delusion that I enjoy cold weather, but when your boogers freeze the second you step outside your apartment door...even the most even-tempered of Danielles tend to be a little irritated. Especially when said Danielle assumes that she didn't really have any boogers to freeze in the first place. You know, frozen boogers are a lot like life. One second you think that you've got it made, that theres no gunk in your closets, no fool's gold in your mine of life, and no such thing as agriculture inside of your well groomed nostrils when BAM! - next thing you know, life changes and you have a lot of ... cleaning up to do. yep...ahhh... fate is a cruel dude. especially when he decides to turn down the ol' cosmic thermostat. ....I've been watching the Tick too much.
Before you start to assume that I have the mentality of a well-versed five year old, let me akwardly change the subject. HEY LOOK - A DISTRACTION!!!!
One thing I like about going to a small town school is the local news anchors. Especially the weather guy here - sterling; absolutely brilliant. He overcame the bias of a culture who is generally prejudiced against the hand-eye deficient and the coordination disabled. He took life by the horns (or at least he tried) and he conquered! Good ol' Wally the weatherman hasn't seemed to master the idea of the green screen for the whole time that I've been going to BYUI...not that this is a bad thing. I'm sure that my fellow news-watchers here in Rexburg enjoy watching Wally predict our upcoming weather with interpretive dance, but every once and a while I'd like to be able to enjoy my weather without the anxiety that whatever I'm drinking may be coming out of my nose in the near future.
In other news, the disease plaguing young women across the northwestern US rages on. It is marked by a small, frizzy bump near the top of the forehead. It then swells to something reminiscent of a parlimental powdered wig. Most see this as a mark of beauty or status, but in reality, it is the developing stage of a serious fashion faux pas virus. Many women suffer in silence, most not even aware of its harmful nature. While this parisitical virus is innocent looking, like real hair - even Keneddy-esque in nature, it's ability to adapt into it's enviroment is notorious as well as seriously contagious. It is traditionally contracted through over-ratting of the hair on the top of the head, and it feeds off of hairspray - and as recent studies show - the metals in bobby-pins. It is easily procured in small, girly gatherings, such as sleep overs, AVON parties, and chance meetings between class. The sickness is spreading, and notorious for its life span, but thankfully, no lives have been claimed to its devastating power. Back to you, Rick.
I've got to go and actually do something productive...but I'll be ba-ack (mwa ha ha ha). Keep it real, kids.
Before you start to assume that I have the mentality of a well-versed five year old, let me akwardly change the subject. HEY LOOK - A DISTRACTION!!!!
One thing I like about going to a small town school is the local news anchors. Especially the weather guy here - sterling; absolutely brilliant. He overcame the bias of a culture who is generally prejudiced against the hand-eye deficient and the coordination disabled. He took life by the horns (or at least he tried) and he conquered! Good ol' Wally the weatherman hasn't seemed to master the idea of the green screen for the whole time that I've been going to BYUI...not that this is a bad thing. I'm sure that my fellow news-watchers here in Rexburg enjoy watching Wally predict our upcoming weather with interpretive dance, but every once and a while I'd like to be able to enjoy my weather without the anxiety that whatever I'm drinking may be coming out of my nose in the near future.
In other news, the disease plaguing young women across the northwestern US rages on. It is marked by a small, frizzy bump near the top of the forehead. It then swells to something reminiscent of a parlimental powdered wig. Most see this as a mark of beauty or status, but in reality, it is the developing stage of a serious fashion faux pas virus. Many women suffer in silence, most not even aware of its harmful nature. While this parisitical virus is innocent looking, like real hair - even Keneddy-esque in nature, it's ability to adapt into it's enviroment is notorious as well as seriously contagious. It is traditionally contracted through over-ratting of the hair on the top of the head, and it feeds off of hairspray - and as recent studies show - the metals in bobby-pins. It is easily procured in small, girly gatherings, such as sleep overs, AVON parties, and chance meetings between class. The sickness is spreading, and notorious for its life span, but thankfully, no lives have been claimed to its devastating power. Back to you, Rick.
I've got to go and actually do something productive...but I'll be ba-ack (mwa ha ha ha). Keep it real, kids.