Sunday, April 1, 2012

Ohhh shoot.

Ugh, I may or may not have just remembered to do this post: forgive me.

Hmm, Issues Paper, Issues Paper, Issues Paper.

I liked this paper quite a bit. I enjoyed my topic (Occupy Wall Street movement) and I thought we were well prepped to write it. We went to the Research Lab thingy and learning how to use lib.byu website was gooood. It was an easy paper to write and I had a junk load of sources, so overall, I believe it was a SUCCESS.

Peace, forever & always.

Friday, March 16, 2012

Hey guys, its me Carissa.

Hey guys, its me Carissa.

Just chilling in the good 'ol state of California.

Wanna hear about my day? Probably, just because my life is so cool and what not.

So we got lost in San Diego. Shhhoulda guessed it. We drove far too north and ended up in some city that had nothing cool to offer. Oh, except there was a giant riot going on. Evidently a bunch of High Schoolers were ticked about getting laid off, so they were going ape crazy in the streets and one thing lead to another and we ended up on the news. Yeah, I was in a riot today. It was awesome.

Then we decided to go bounding down south in hopes of finding the downtown of San Diego. So we arrived and ended up parking like 5 miles outside of the mainland, but we had already paid 20 buckaroos for parking.... so we walked and it took forever. Probably should have parked the car a bit closer.  It was miserable, kinda, but what I will say is the schizophrenic Asian saved the day. She chased us down and then at the corner of 11th Avenue consumed us for a total of 2 minutes. She told us all about this man that told her to bleep off, then she went bleepidy bleepin' crazy on some dog, who bleeped them all, then they all got bleeped. After her story, that was full of the bleeping words was over, we promptly told her that her life sounded rough and then we upped our walking pace--she was clearly out of her mind, but her story was awesome nonetheless.

So we finally ended up downtown and decided to rent beach cruisers for the day. We strolled the San Diego coast for a good 3 hours and had a jolly good 'ol time. I've never seen so many hobos in my life. San Diego is hoppin' with the homeless, but they loved us, so it's fine.

Anyywwaayy, point being is our adventure today was banging and I enjoyed ever second of it.

I included some snap shots of us as rhetoric, oh and a video of us driving to San Diego. The amount of videos I have of us dancing in the car is beyond ridiculous. Don't ask questions; it's a chick thing.
Do enjoy.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Writing & Research LAB

Well, this was worthless--just saying. That may seem a bit harsh and I almost feel terrible saying it, but its true. It was kinda worthless. The worthlessness can be blamed on the amount of time I actually spent in the lab getting help. I guess they workers had a meeting in 10 minutes, so my time was limited. 

I walked in, found a chick (she so happened to be an assistant lab helper) and I sat down with her for a total of 5 minutes. She asked my what my topic was and I told her The Occupy Movement; she then said she knew nothing about it. So, her advice was limited. All she recommend is that I focus on the past occupy movement rather than the recent ones, but that was a given considering my issue is looking at the long-term effects of the movement.  

After feeling guilty about spending only 5 minutes talking to this chick, I sat down in the computer lab to do some research. I found the same articles that were previously discovered during the two meeting session we had a day earlier. So, point being, what I would have rather done is researched in the comfort of my home while wearing some sweat pants and sipping on hot coco--but unfortunately I spent my time researching in a crusty chair that lacked comfort. 

Anyway, with ALL that said, is it was a douse in there, and kinda worthless.

But on a brighter note, I leave to California tomorrow morning. Yeah, be jealous, like be jealous NOW.

Friday, March 2, 2012

.something about sources.

1. This Changes Everything by Yes! Magazine


3. Gothamist's Blog Posts

4. Washington Post on Occupy Movement 

Theses, kinda like feces.

I am fully aware that this is rough, but it's an idea nonetheless:

Through their non-violent approach, protesters have enlightened outside viewers and politicians to the inequality in government politics; they demand changes. The Occupy Movement has not only effected modern day view on the middle class, but will have a lasting effect on future political laws and policies.

Monday, February 27, 2012

IP Ideas

1. Occupy Wall-Street Movement

  • What are the roots of the Occupy Wall-Street movement?
  • What are the long term consequences of this movement? Effect on future generations, if any?
2. Affirmative Action
  • What people are considered minorities and what makes them minorities?
  • What minority group is effected positively and negatively by affirmative action? 

3. Prices of College Education 
  • What makes getting an education in America so expensive?
  • What are the long-term effects on future generations? Our children, etc? 

Saturday, February 25, 2012

King Of Accordion

“Barry does not ask for much. He only wants to be known as the King of Accordion.” These are introductory lines of Brian Dubé’s blog post on Barry Hamdyk, a simple New Yorker who spends his days sharing a musical talent. Barry can be found playing the accordion in various parks of New York City. He seeks to entertain onlookers while not asking for money in return. Within his blog, Dubé brilliantly portrays the average Barry who is not known for much, while not expecting much in return.
Average Americans who are not recognized or well know, but have a love for expression is the theme of Dubés blog “New York Daily Photo.” Dubé seeks to make known these, as he puts it, “hidden gems” to the outsiders of New York City. Ultimately, through the design of his blog, personal photographs, and usage of links, Dubé successfully reveals expressionists like Barry and ultimately, allows readers to capture the essence of New York City and learn to appreciate its intriguing inhabitants.
Within Dubé’s blogs multiple strengths and rhetorical tools are used to his advantage. The first recognized tool is the actual design of his blog. The search box is found at the top corner making the rest of the blog accessible to readers. Furthermore, Dubé has included a right-hand tab with additional blog posts for bloggers to further enjoy and explore. Unlike other blogs, Dubé’s additional posts are not listed individually, but organized into categories, such as, “fashion” and “education.” Not only does the particular organization of his blog provide clarity for the reader, but overall, the organization provides attractiveness to the blog and interests. Readers are encouraged to fully understand Dubé’s cause and relate with his purpose. Ultimately, Dubé has a great design for his blog; allowing readers access to all aspects of his posts, while encouraging them to further discover and appreciate all his posts regarding unique New Yorkers.
Because of the easy-going format, I was quickly encouraged to explore other blog posts of Dubé’s. Each blog post is a very similar format, and he uses his own pictures for rhetoric. Using his personal photographs makes it seem very subjective to outside viewers. Even if you are not a frequent visitor of his blog, the reader notices that outside rhetoric is his own.  It is evident to viewers that Dubé appreciates his own blog posts and finds them of interest. Using his own rhetoric suggests that his theme and purpose of his blog is cohesive. Dubé’s clarity enlightens outsiders to the distinctive nature of his city that he clearly adores.
 In Barry’s case, seeing the Dubé had captured his own images, made me quickly realize that he was on a personal basis with Barry. That he had sat down and discussed his past experiences in an attempt to truly understand the man who asks for so little. Dubé does a wonderful job of setting up the scene for the reader.  The reader gains the opportunity to hear Barry’s life story and begin to understand Barry’s true nature. Dubé states that Barry has been playing the Accordion since he was five and thoroughly enjoys the opportunity to express his talent and “outlandish wardrobe.” Moreover, Dubé reveals that Barry has a “preferred repertoire [of] waltzes and rhumbas.” He even goes on to say that “at one time [Barry] played organ for roller skating rinks.” Dubé brilliantly portrays Barry as a unique civilian with in interesting past.  Through his interesting and intriguing facts, Dubé implants within readers a desire to further explore Barry’s life and begin to understand individuals different from themselves.
Above all, Dubé’s greatest strength in both this particular post and his blog as a whole is his usage of links. Within his post “King of Accordion” Dubé includes four additional links for readers to explore. The first is an “Occupy Wall Street” link in which he writes about his personal experience with this eccentric movement. He also provides a link on the phrase “this love that [Barry] endeavors to communicate” which takes readers to an addition post of Dubé’s where he recalls his own experiences with the Accordion. Other links follow such as the reference to “Mark Birnbaum” who has a “shared passion for music,” and lastly, a link to “flamboyant dress,” in which Dubé brilliantly links another individual who inhabits the parks of New York attempting to make a fashion statement; which is nonetheless, is a form of expression. Dubé through every aspect of his blog is consistent in his purpose. The reader can appreciate Dubé’s passion and his personal form of expression. He clearly has a love for New York and wants to make additional posts regarding his love accessible to readers. Both, his clarity and passion aid him in his blog’s purpose, while attracting readers of all kind.
In Barry’s blog post, Dubé reveals that his writing “has evolved from the fact-reporting style for the news journalists to one that is highly personal, waving in connections from [his] life experience.” This personal approach on his blog is strength of his. Dubé is clearly not afraid to express his feelings on a particular matter and share his love with outsiders. It is evident that Dubé eventually realized that even though unique individuals inhabit New York City, there is a universal principle acknowledged: all persons, world round, seek to be understood and appreciated and Dubé, in his blog, seeks to do just that. In his particular post on Barry, Dubé portrays Barry as a man of interest and discreetly encourages readers to recognize the beauty behind the rare King of Accordion.
It didn’t take me long to realize that Brian Dubé and I would get along. I believe we both have a desire to share and a love for different. Ultimately, through Dubé’s rhetorical tools and organization of his blog, he makes the simplistic life stories, like Barry’s; unique and intriguing to outside readers and in doing so, grasps the uniqueness of New York City. As Dubé so brilliantly introduces his blog, he simply exposes his ultimate purpose: to share his love for “the ordinary, the extraordinary, the classic, [and] the unexpected,” and moreover, Dubé has every reason to consider that mission accomplished. 

Friday, February 24, 2012

Reflect on THIS.

This, this right here, is my Rhetorical Analysis Reflection.

I can't deny that I didn't enjoy this paper as much as the OpEd.
This paper reminded me of the tedious AP LIT papers I used to write, but worse.

I don't like the strict format and requirement; it hardly encouraged creativity.
I felt like I had no opportunity to present new ideas or new observations to the table, because anyone who would have analyzed "King of Accordion" would have seen the exact same things.

BUT, I will end on a positive note: I throughly enjoyed the writing lab this time. My helper was a gem and I liked her quite a bit. She got the job done efficiently and gave me a lot of direction. She was golden.

Other than that, RA paper is a no go.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Peer Review Evaluation

To be honest, I thought both the OpEd and Rhetorical review were equally useful. They were different approaches, but the feedback I received was about the same.

If I had to choose the type of review for upcoming papers, I'd go OpEd. I thought that in that paper both my feedback and the feedback of my peer was more useful. It seemed more personal and I could actually get the opinion on not just my overall topic and tone, but look at my thesis and punctuation; really get into the deeper part of my essay, rather than the surface stuff.

PS: I'm taking a sleeping pill in 45 minutes and I plan on getting 12 hours of sleep.


Friday, February 17, 2012

WARNING <--- Don't read this post.

I have little to nothing to write about.
Nothing funny.
Nothing cool.
Nothing interesting.

Right now I'm sitting on a couch. Real cool, I know. I may or may not be watching Anaconda the movie, but I feel no urge to disclose that information at this time. Don't ask questions.

My sister is with child. Yes, she is having a baby. Say it with me this time, BAY BE. 
My best friend Audrey is down from Utah State: we go hard.
Tomorrow I'll be hitting up the gym: I go hard.

OH MY. Tonight I went up to the canyon and dropped my cell phone; it was no where to be found. I searched and searched for a good half hour. Yes, I finally found it after digging a 2 foot hole? Like, what are the chances? How did it manage to get that deep? It shocked me. 

Did I tell you that I lose things often? And I may or may not have a curse on me. Like things break like no ones business around me. My parents don't let me into stores anymore: you break it, you buy it. That has never worked out well for me. I break, everything; therefore, I buy, EVERYTHING. 

I'm highly considering ADD medication. Any suggestions? Word in the hood is adderall does the job quite nicely. I've never wanted to be medicated for my dysfunctional brain, but at this point I'm highly considering it. Ever since college my brain has been a FAIL. Maybe its the testing center. That place is cursed as well. I'm convinced prayers are not answered past a certain point. I open up those doors, enter that large intimidating room, pick a seat, and ALL is forgotten. CURSED. 

Good crap. I'm so excited for the month of March. Do you know where I'm going? No? Yeah I thought so. Well, well, well, let me take this opportunity to tell you. I'm hittin up Cali for 11 days with my 5 gal friends. It's gonna be hoppin. We're bounding into the state and making an appearance at Sea World, Disneyland, Six Flags, THE OCEAN, and last, but certainty not least, The Price is freaking Right. Words can not describe how excited I am. Like, the Price is Right? Come on people. Winning millions will make my life. I can't wait to cross that sucker off my bucket list; it's been on there since I was 12. 

Hopefully this is what goes down,

My favorite movie is Emperor's New Groove. Give it a watch sometime: you'll laugh. 

So, not that this rambling is interesting and what not, but I best get back to my Anaconda movie. JLo just about lose a leg--too intense to handle. 

Dang straight weekend to all and to all a gooooodnight. 

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Figurative Language

1. Alliteration
  • "misunderstood nor miscommunicated"

2. Satire
  • "Barry does not ask for much. He only wants to be known as the King of Accordion"
  • "His preferred repertoire are waltzes and rhumbas. At one time he played organ for roller skating rinks."
  • "Once a crown was added, response went through the royal roof."
  • "If you meet Barry in the parks of New York, say Hi and remember, he is the King of Accordion :)"

3. Allusions
  • "one may see Barry as someone akin to our friend Mark Birnbaum (with a shared passion for music), the motivations for the flamboyant dress are actually quite different, as are the men and their backgrounds."

uses links and phrases to allude to previous blog posts

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Rhetorical Thesis

In Brian Dubé’s blog “New York Daily Photo,” he brilliantly reveals individuals like Barry that thankfully inhabit this Earth and in doing so, allows readers to truly capture the essence of New York and learn to appreciate it’s intriguing inhibitors.

Friday, February 3, 2012

These just might have potential.

The author of this blog quotes himself as "a long time resident who shares his love of New York City." He is addressing the modern, every day Americans who share his same love and passion for New York City: so essentially, people like me.

I found this blog and was quite ecstatic about it. The man is awesome and I'm convinced that we would be real good friends. His material is hilarious and very personal--I like it. Each of his blog posts evoke different emotions, but they are all similar in their sarcasm and appreciation for the regular person.

The first image, I'll Take The Beret, he's trying to address those interested in both Fashion and Classic French Culture. He is trying to evoke a sense of going back in time and acknowledging the past.

The second image, King of Accordion, is an awesome story about a homeless man who is very down to Earth. In fact, I want to be friends with him. Seriously look at that beard, it's practically irresistible. In this particular blog the author his trying to address those who have an appreciation for the lower class American citizens who, in my opinion, have actually lived. 

The third image, Garish Glory, is my next hot spot. Like seriously, a spandex shop, haha soHo Ha-mazing: I want to go there, now. I like how he takes a simple shop and creates a post about it. It's addressing both those who appreciate hilariousness, but also owners of weird businesses. A spandex shop can actually make it in the world, people: my life... is complete. 

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Reflection Officially Reflected.

I will now reflect the following...
I thought I did well on my OpEd. I enjoyed the topic. I thought that I chose a fitting topic for both my style and tone of writing. It was very sarcastic which I enjoyed, but also instructive. I think I have finally discovered my voice in writing which is quite enjoyable if I do so say myself. I like the easy, nonchalant approach, where I am able to write how I would have told the story in real life. It felt personable and easy going.

I enjoyed this assignment a lot. It seemed like it was very beneficial in my finding a style of writing that I enjoyed and that came naturally.

I really liked how the OpEd topic was optional. For some reason in rush-writes, topic essays, etc. I always do better if I get to chose the topic myself. I find no difficulty in choosing an approach or finding an argument, because I get to decide rather than someone else making the decision for me.

I think that the peer-review was helpful and instructive, but also the one-on-one meeting with you Prof. Husberg helped quite a bit. It's always nice to know what the Instructor is both expecting and looking for in an assigned paper.

The writing center did not prove to be that helpful for me, but I am sure that was because of my topic choice and the little structure demanded in this particular assignment. I'm sure in a more demanding paper, such as an MLA formatted or APA paper, the writing center would have better aided the cause.

Well that is all: my reflection has officially been reflected.


Monday, January 30, 2012

Gods Greatest Creation

I think about Peanut Butter and Honey sandwiches often; I wont deny it. In fact, I am not even scared to admit that I’m a straight up addict. If you are one who believes it’s all about Peanut Butter and Jelly time I'm disgusted and warning you: stop, drop, but don’t roll; just put my OpEd paper down and go eat your nasty sandwich. But, if you have the slightest interest in discovering what might be the greatest recipe of all time, please continue reading.

I eat a PB and Honey sandwich every day and words cannot describe my satisfaction. Now I know you’re thinking, what’s the big deal, it’s just two pieces of bread and some godly nectar in between, but please don’t be hasty to judge. I am about to let you in on a secret and in doing so; I’ll make quite the bold claim. There is only one way to make a good PB and Honey sandwich and it’s my way.

Now don’t you be thinking my way is simple, for my PB and Honey is complexity at it’s finest. First things first, don’t you dare for a second eat a PB and Honey on white bread. Not to mention white bread turns into sugar in your blood stream and heightens your chances for blindness, turrets, and motion sickness, but after being toasted its too crusty for my liking. It’s all about the wheat bread, people. 

So point being, get yourself two pieces of wheat bread and stick it in the toaster for one minute and not a second longer. Not only does toasting for a minute get the bread slightly crisp, but after, it also allows the peanut butter to melt from the warmth.  

After slightly crisping your bread, get the peanut butter. I recommend Jiff, for choosey moms often chose Jiff. Now place the peanut butter on the warmed toast and let it sit for about twenty seconds, but don’t be foolish in placing your honey on immediately after; it will destroy the creamy nature of the peanut butter and honey mixture. So be strong, just wait patiently for the melting process. After twenty seconds place your honey on both pieces of bread, in a swirl fashion, getting each corner. The worst kind of PB and Honeys are the ones that are heavy in the middle with honey and lacking on the edges.  Now after your mixture of creaminess is perfected, promptly place it in the microwave for seven seconds. 

Yes, exactly seven. Five seconds will not get the job done and ten will be too much; you’ll end up steaming your bread and waiting for it to cool. I’ve made this mistake before, unfortunately, and the cooling processes takes much longer than the heating. Do yourself a favor, press the number seven, and start.

The microwave should ring when finished. You may now take your perfected sandwich out of the microwave and place it on a glass plate. I warn you, don’t put your PB and Honey on a paper-towel or napkin of some sort, you’ll be disappointed because it’ll be too sticky and you wont be able to lick the remains. So, glass plate it is. After placing the sandwich on the plate, avoid cutting it. I know you may be tempted, but cutting it will force the honey to the center, which—as I stated previously—is the worst kind of PB and Honey. You want the PB and Honey mixture dispersed all across the bread. Pick up your sandwich, start at the top corner and begin munching.

After taking your first bite, chewing, and swallowing, you should congratulate yourself; for you have just discovered what might be the greatest edible creation on Earth. The amount of satisfaction you feel should shock you, but do not panic. Savor the moment and acknowledge that not only are my PB and Honeys calorie dense and full of carbs, but they are a godly creation sought to satisfy all contenders and lead them to a land of euphoria.

Now taking into consideration the preparation and steps involved in the creation of my PB and Honeys, they are no easy task. However, it’s safe to say that there is only one way to make a good PB and Honey and it’s my way. Take it as it is, disagree if you’d like, but just acknowledge that my PB and Honey is a creation of the Gods.  A creation that will stand the test of time and forever satisfy any mortal seeking for endless elation and bliss. 

Friday, January 27, 2012

Much To Do About Nothing.

Ima write about my day.

Its not going to be exciting, so like, don't brace yourself.

This morning I woke up at 7am. Why you may ask? Because I had 7am workout. Im doing that Insanity Workout program and I've considered shooting myself in the face way too many times. ALERT: Do Not, I repeat, Do NOT do it to yourself. I'm one month in, which it's ridiculously ridiculous that I even lasted this long, but now, going into month two, I'm starting to count down the days I have left--which for some reason is ridiculously exciting.

Is it ridiculous that I used the word ridiculous a ridiculous amount of time in that pointless paragraph above. Meh, most likely, but I refuse to change it.

Next, I caught the bus. Not as in, I actually caught the bus, as in the bus was thrown at me, but I about missed the bus so I bolted out the door so I could catch the bus. I got on, sat in the back, and talked to no one. Haha, the morning ritual: it kills me (check out that usage of the colon).

So here I am bopping about on the back of the bus (now check out that usage of alliteration) and we pull up to my last stop. I take a peak out the window and there's one dude standing there looking like the pimp he thinks he is - with his, mind you, pleather leather jacket on, loafers, and not so cool aviator shades on; I immediately thought, well this, this should be good: and it was.

(Please continue reading for the "good" part of the story)

So dude who thinks he's a G gets on the bus, weasels his way to the back and takes a fat seat right next to me. Unbeknownst to me, he's miraculously reunited with his fiancé to be and they start making out like boom, bang, pow right next to me. Wee bit on the awkward side and they were grossly too close for my liking.

Annnyywaaay, I finally get off the bus after almost being trampled by a chick wearing a sweat shirt, sweat pants, and four inch heels. Why? Like seriously, why?  After attempting to come up with a conclusion for a good 30 seconds, I just decided to conclude that I wasn't going to come up with a good enough conclusion. So she unfortunately walked in front of me all the way to the JKB as I observed her unfortunate waddling all they way to class and betted that she'd regret those heals by second period.

Then I traveld to my French course, spoke in French for a good hour, go figure, and got back on the bus for home. This time there were no creepers, just a dude in a Hollister sweat suit and flip-flops, probably better than the 4 inch heel chick, but to be honest, I'd rather have the dude in Sketcher ShapeUps than a Hollister sweat suit. Maybe I'll go into fashion. That would be decent.

Well, my day is now coming to a close. "It's the freaking weekend baby Ima about to have me some fun," - name that song: "Ignition" by R. Kelly. Check it out, its a good one.  I have no weekend plans, but hopefully I end up doing some RIDICULOUSLY ADVENTUROUS, probably not going to happen, Ima bet I'll end up disappointed.

Ah, and on the disappointing note I'll leave you with this clip:

Alright, I'm out.

Friday, January 20, 2012

Claims & Reasons & Assumptions

Claim: My PB & Honey sandwiches are THE best.

Reasons: The particular way of preparing my PB & Honeys.
1. Wheat Bread
2. Toasted
3. PB & Honey placed on bread
4. Microwave

Assumptions: Everyone likes PB & Honey. Oh, and I assume that mines the best - of course.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

OpEd Thesis

  • There is only one way to make a good Peanut Butter and Honey sandwich and it’s my way. 

Sunday, January 8, 2012

OpEd Brainstorm

Please consider my following brainstorms:
- Argue that the way I make my peanut butter and honey sandwiches is better than yours.
- Argue that BYU curfews are out of hand
- Argue that cleaning checks once a month are beyond ridiculous
- Argue and Analyze recent Republican Debates
- Argue against the ridiculous cost of college tuition

Im leaning toward my argument for my peanut butter and honey sandwiches only because it the most ridiculous of my brainstorms, and furthermore, I dreamt last night I attended a cooking competition and all I had to offer was my speciality PB&Honey sandwiches and I won the cook-off; so, consider my OpEd topic chosen.

Oh and one last thing, my PB&Honeys are better than yours.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Forced Without Consent

I fear blogs. In fact, I loathe them. They intimidate me. I feel like I have to be creative or bring something new to the table, but Im convinced I have little to offer.

My fear of blogs is like my fear of Twitter. To further allow you to take a risky dive into this dysfunctional brain of mine, I will recall a story that depicts my brain perfectly. One time, I sat at my kitchen counter on a worthless Friday night attempting to decide if I felt like begin alone or social, a reoccurring debate inside my head, and after pacing my house for a good half hour I decided to sit down and create a Twitter account. Go figure.

People for years have been attempting to convince me that "Twitter is where its at," I beg to differ. First things first, Facebook brings me so much joy it's to a point of ridiculousness and last, but not least, I hardly care about your one sentence tweets on life -- "so done," "so angry." Is it terrible for me to admit that I SoHo don't care. I figure we can agree; I don't care about your life, you don't care about mine. Anyway, I digress, point being is that I dislike twitter, not only because my lack of interest in your life and my disgust in your dire need for sympathy, but because it requires creativity.

So I sat at the counter for 3 hours, yes you heard me, 3 hours, attempting to think of a creative username -  sketchpad and all. I wrote down every thought that came to mind, but I made no commitment. I wanted it to be so much more than just a username. Something humorous obviously, I'm all about sarcasm, but then again something that defined me. By the end of the night I only concluded one thing:
I will never create a blog or twitter account unless forced and it will most definitely be without my consent.

So here I am, blogging. I am a straight up blogger and a straight up G nonetheless.
So I will now take this moment to apologize for my lack of creativity; hence my URL.

Much love people. Consider my first entry and intro complete.