Best Cat Video You'll Ever See

My sister showed me this in Geology haha which means I still need to work on paying attention in that class.

My Lack of Technology is Killing Me

It's official- I have been laptop-less for an entire week. Last Tuesday, the main board in my laptop broke during my psychology class. I was freaking out; how was I going to do all my work? I'm a considerable distance from the library, so it would be a major pain in the ass to walk all the way there to just do a few homework assignments and check my email. Basically, I've been bumming laptops from people in my dorm all week. I feel like an awful person- I'm taking their laptops away so I can do my own work and prohibit them from doing things they need to do. I never realized how much I really use my laptop and how different my life is when I don't have immediate access to it all the time. People, don't take your laptops for granted- you never know when you might not have them.

Famiglia

"And so I tells the guy, 'you needs to see more of the famiglia in things'. He looks at me like I gotta lobster comin' outta my mouth, so I slapped 'im on the back oftha head to remind him not to be so thick."

"Whatt'd he say?"

"Cosa si aspetta smusso persino leggere!"

"Dumb guinea bastardo, wouldn't know whetta he had two hands if he couldn't hold'em up in fronta his own damn face!"

"Yeah don' I know it! If he wadn't family I'da had his brain removed tru' his nose..."

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The Italians know what family means:

"There was no obligation more sacred than blood, that it came before country, church, wife, woman, and money" (p74, Puzo's: The Fortunate Pilgrim).

Aside from the fact that this was narrated for a male character, what do you think about family? Can it be looked at in such a blunt way? Whatta you thinkin'?

To: "The Last Leaf Of The Pad"

With great honor do I grace thee fine red, white, and blue; to whom we owe our black and blue liquid freedom; to whom we trust our deepest darkest truths; to whom proves justice to the popularly unknown; with a final note, of which you so humbly deserve. The endless possibilities that lay waste in the mind, become possible upon your indecent tendency to expose and reveal my thoughts, but none come to mind at a moment in time when inspiration should come with ease, and I am now left with the burden that comes to a writer when he has nothing to offer his God. Sadly, guilt ensues, and the only thing I have in return is this letter of apology. I plea thee, "Take mercy on my soul!" If I were capable of such, I would weep with sorrow upon failing to withdraw all previous notions and assumptions that my mind should ever run thin of words, let alone constructing genius from them. What does this reveal about my ego? That I, a writer, would ever think that I held power over a blank page? Assumption will be my maker who I never wish to meet.

But there was hope for Arthur and there is hope for me now,

"Hic iacet Travisius rex quondam, rexque futurus"

...and so I make my redemption known.

Hear me now "Loose Leaf", thy power over me remains no more than evermore, and so I must conduce these truths as sacred, although benign. Fear no longer tickles the ego that guides my pen; Fear no longer seduces the boundaries between faith in self and self not in faith; Fear no longer drives the capitulating notion that fear itself drives all capitulating notions and binds the retard that is mindful ignorance. These truths are equal in affect, though separate in its black and white form. It has come about that I may, or may not, want, or not want, to play, or not play, with the language that exists, or does not exist, before me. Confusing...no...challenging, yes. Read, reread. Read, now read again. Understand that understanding will not come without challenge, and will not be satisfying no matter its form. I cannot promise promises will be kept; I cannot conclude conclusions that don't exist, but I will will my will from naught, and lay vulnerable to the voids that beckon my thoughts. Mindfulness, here, is power. Power over you, "The Last Leaf Of The Pad."

My apologies friend,

The Author

Class-Mon. October 19th-Between 1pm and 2pm...

What's next? What is there now?

I don't know...

Crafty by means of secrecy, the words, as they form themselves in an order completely unknown to me, remain protected from wandering eyes. They glance, they quickly see that it may not be notes that I am taking, but observing the Other. We, Page, can keep this knowledge between us, and laughter may ensue be it that this agreement should be made in the mutual understanding of its significance to my comical observation. Let that be put to rest for a time being...we can move along now.

I cannot claim to comprehend what it is being spilled by female professor; spilled meaning the literal form, where words and facts and guided views pour forthwith from the mouth with such tremendous quantities that I recede to the safe barriers of my mind.

For some reason, a new occupant, my literal left, claims grounds on territory never treaded by this lifer's feet before. Why these feet feel the need to stray further from comfortable distant territory, that (interestingly enough) is now unoccupied upon the desertion of its occupant? Believe you me, I cannot come to any noteworthy conclusion, but still I find trouble in the thought of the intentions of my literal left. Does literal left not know who sits to their literal right? How dare left assume a position next to right! Without permission, the unassuaged respect of the literal right goes without consideration, and rage may portray paper in a state of utter chaos. Please forgive the author, he means well...

And so, without shame, I will go on wondering, all the while literal left shall remain unaware of my intentions to act 'nothing of the sort', to which grievances will be made.

Brinner- My New Favorite Meal(s?)

What is brinner, you may ask? Simply put, it is a combination of dinner and breakfast. You eat it at dinnertime, but you have things like pancakes and french toast instead of hamburgers. It is definitely a twist on a regular dinner.

I was first introduced to the idea of brinner on an episode of Scrubs. Turk, one of the main characters, was begging his wife Carla to make him brinner for their anniversary dinner. I made brinner for my dorm the other day and it was fantastic. I decided to make pancakes, and in case you want to give it a try, here is my dad's "famous" pancake recipe. They are delicious! Enjoy!

1-1/2 cups all-purpose flour
3 tablespoons sugar
1 3/4 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon salt

Combine in another bowl:
1 1/2 cups milk
3 tablespoons butter, melted
2 eggs
(1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract)

Whisk dry ingredients into wet ingredients and pour onto a hot griddle. Flip when the entire side is covered in bubbles.

LEEECCTTURRRES arrgg

So I don't know if any of you have the same trouble I do but I can not pay attention in lectures. My geology lecture I have with my older sister and a friend who I went to high school with. Having people I know and am close with makes it hard to begin with. There are sooo many people in lecture halls that its very easy to sit back and relax daze off maybe even take a nap but noo thats bad because when it comes time for me to take a test I have learned nothing. Even when I am very focused my sister constantly whispers stuff in my ear because really the only time we see each other is in that class. Anyways I need to learn how to pay attention in class but its harrrrd to focus.