Sunday, September 9, 2012

What My Life Has Looked Like Recently

I used to be really good about keeping journals up through high school. Then, I got lazy and resorted to 1. writing on here and 2. taking screenshots.



My family's attempt at a Google Hangout
It was my mom's birthday a few weeks ago, and we tried to bridge the distance between Minnesota-Utah-Texas by spending quality face-to-face time with each other's computer screens. Do you see Panino talking on the phone? That's him calling my house on speakerphone so that I could hear what he was saying because his computer's microphone wasn't working. Also, the shot from my house had been frozen for like 5 minutes.. it's hard to tell, so just trust me. In the end, we just used the chat sidebar. It was bogus.



The one good thing Yahoo has to offer.
It's no secret that Yahoo Answers is my all-time favorite source of entertainment. AND HERE'S WHY! At first I genuinely thought this would be a snarky grammar nazi post about commas.. but it turned out to be so much better than that. Also, is Tonia British? "Comma" seems like a really specific way to misspell "Karma," so I'm going to go ahead and imagine that Tonia is actually Edith from Downton Abbey. 




Please sir, I want some ore.
Yes, my ideal Friday night consists of making puns that are also Oliver Twist references while playing Settlers online with Ernesto and Luis. This is what my early twenties are supposed to be like, right?


Hobby: Font Hunting
In case you can't tell from the bazillion tabs I had open in this browser window, this is me trying to find the font from Drive, the movie I'm still obsessed with (which BY THE WAY is currently available on Netflix Instant so you're running out of excuses not to watch it). 


My paper-writing process
The skim milk of essays. 


If I could have someone's voice for a day, it would be Mariah Carey's. 

"Always Be My Baby" will always be my jam. 



I'm so sorry, I hate when people say things are their jam. That's the worst. "Always Be My Baby" will always be a song that I sing at the top of my lungs every time I'm alone in the apartment.