Homework Sometimes Makes me Think.

I've just finished reading a couple of articles on sustainability and current product design and I have to say, we're screwed. We're all going to get cancer and the Earth is going to heat up to a billion degrees and melt us all someday.

Its unbelievable the types of things that go into everyday items that we don't even think about. Your shoes release carcinogens into the air every time you take a step. Did you know that?

Sitting on the couch is dangerous.
Drinking out of a bottle can put all sorts of toxins in your system.
The things we eat will give us cancer.

Its so easy to become resigned to this fact.
Businesses have, that's why they continue to produce products with all this crap in them. They don't care as long as they make money. At least they can afford their cancer treatment that they'll inevitably need someday.

Why is it that when you purchase something you have to fight to get it out of the package? Why do we need such a large bottle for twenty pills? And why does that bottle need to be in a padded box three times its size?

How did we become this way?
It all seems so selfish.

"Currently, more money is being spent on breast implants and Viagra than on Alzheimer's research. So, in the very near future there should be a large elderly population with impressive breasts and magnificent erections, but no recollection of what to do with them"
- Sally Feldman


That is so funny and yet so depressing all at once.

There's Nothing Like a Due Date.

Seriously.
I love days when things are due because you always feel so good afterwords (unless your project is torn to ribbons).

My iphone app is done.
It got good reviews.
I have nothing due for tomorrow.

I don't know what to do with myself!!

I'm going to watch a movie, crochet something cute, and sit on my butt.
Sounds wonderful! Simple things are the best sometimes.
The weather is perfect too which is awesome (though it gets dark far too early)!

Thanksgiving break is just a week and a half away and I cannot wait.
Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays and a week at home sounds heavenly.

Oh hey, I have a blog... I almost forgot.

Its a good thing I remember about this thing when I'm about to start class. God forbid I'd actually pay attention for once.

Anyway.

I like to call my life right now "Adventures in Boyland" because living with guys has just been one funny/gross experience after another. I swear they have no common sense. Example?

Me: Bill, why did you put your grapes and banana in a box instead of in the garbage?
Bill: The garbage was overflowing.
Me: So.... you didn't think taking the trash out would be a good idea?
Bill: Well.. I figured we'd get to that in like an hour or something.
Me: Right. So.. its been like this for days? No wonder our apartment smells.
Bill: Yeah...

Bananas, grapes, and dryer lint are not recyclable. Just sayin'.

Also, I want to start a shop on Etsy.
I need money.

I just need to figure out what to make and sell. So far I'm thinking about designing aprons. Also, I'm learning to crochet those adorable little dolls. I crocheted a pumpkin the other day, I'll put a pic up later.

Gay Drama, as promised.

I promised Erin the other night while out drinking with one of my gay friends that I would relay the fascinating world of gay drama via blog.

So. My gay.
He's 21, same as me and listening to him talk about his love life makes me feel so normal.

He's still in love with the first guy he was with when he came out a couple of years ago. This guy, by the way, is a total d-bag but you can be sure a night out with my friend will yield a whiny conversation or sly reference to his first boyfriend.

After him it was some casual sex and then a relationship with someone more than twice his age. I believe he was 19 or 20 at the time, and his boyfriend was 47. Not only that, but I like to refer to this relationship as "the time when he was a kept man" because really all he did was have sex with the guy and get bought presents and get to live in his nice apartment in the city. This guy had fathered a child for a lesbian couple and this child was also in his life so my friend was a kept man/babysitter.

Anyway, my friend was also cheating on this guy with someone else and I'm pretty sure this boyfriend was cheating on him too. Either way they eventually broke up for one reason or another. I didn't want to open up that can of worms.

Oh, and did I mention that this guy died like... a few weeks ago? So now its really like a soap opera.

Fast forward to more casual sex probably.

And now the current boyfriend whom I am assured is under 40 but I am pretty sure he's pushing it. He is described as my friend's best friend in the world... that he has no romantic interest in but continues to have a relationship/sex with because he doesn't want to hurt him.


Gay drama makes my head spin.
But its fascinating.
And I love my gay :)

I crack myself up.

Fun story.

So today I'm going through these file folders in my closet full of school work I did in preschool and elementary school. Why my mom kept all this crap, I don't know but it was seriously entertaining to look through. I was such a weird little kid.

Example 1: I had a worksheet in preschool that said "If I met a magic fish I would ask for ________." We must have read a story about a magic fish. Anyway. My answer? "Fountain Mermaid Barbie".

Example 2: "If I were a Penguin I would _________." My answer: "Watch out for seals and killer whales." As if I knew that killer whales ate penguins when I was 4, haha!

Example 3: My personal favorite here. I had to put my family members on a sheet of paper. Well, I had no pictures of them so naturally I used a magazine. The picture I used for my dad looks like some douchebag gigolo in a hawaiian shirt. I labeled it "Daddy". The one I used for mom is labeled "Mommy" and looks like a normal human being. Mike's? It's fondly labeled "Baby brother Mike. He's not really a baby, he's 8." I can only imagine what a kick my teacher got out of it. But the picture I used for Mike? A little black baby, afro and all. HA.

I wish I could go back in time and have a conversation with my 4 year old self. I imagine it would be hilarious because clearly I was a funny kid.

Thought of the Day.

Here's today's thought.

I hate the number 89.
Just try to say it fast three times and you'll see why.

It's a wretched number that makes my job difficult.
39 sucks too.
Not as much, though.

Odd but true.

Zen Thought of the Day

For those of you who have ever worked in retail.

Someone gets in your line and buys condoms. When you're done you tell them to "Have a nice day!". . .

What do you think goes through their minds?

A.) Why yes, yes I will *eyebrow wiggle*
B.) Huh, what a nice salesperson.
C.) I'm hungry.

Meditate on that.