Leaves

Not unlike the average college student, I have perfected the art of procrastination. No matter the importance of the task at hand, (like the test I should be studying for) I always seem to be able to find something more entertaining and seemingly more urgent (like writing on a blog, which, though I tend to imagine masses of people reading, is more like a message in a bottle. It floats around aimlessly for days in the vast ocean before being eaten by some sea creature, digested with a bunch of other fishy juices, and then crapped out on the ocean floor).

So, to make the most of this message destined to become fecal matter on the bottom of the ocean, I’ll let you in on some other things I do with my creative procrastination time.

The changing colors of fall always inspire me to make changes in my life. I mean, the leaves are green all year, and then right at the last moment of their “leafy lives”, they become all vibrant and colorful. The inspiration is this… If I was to kick the bucket tomorrow (that would suck) but, there are a few things I would like to do. Like be a photographer for a day. (I had to act fast, cause I am very easily distracted. Friends calling with stuff to do, freshly baked cupcakes on the table, a passing butterfly, etc.)

We drove down to Utah lake at sunset, and in-between the passing red neck fishermen and cars parked for make-out sessions, I managed to snap a few good ones.



I'm sending this into the Dress Barn, or where ever she got that jacket. They can make it a billboard or something.


Precious..


Still precious...


Can't get enough of you two...


Awwwww...


That’s what happened when I got inspired by a dying leaf. I took pictures of my friend and my "friend stealer" (she's actually pretty cool...)

Following The Crowd

Despite my past reluctance to follow the latest trend of blogging (as I have always pegged it to be for those who are either married or going through an early mid-life crisis) I have decided to make the jump onto the ban wagon, and I’m taking the first steps to becoming an official blogger! Now, I know what you’re thinking, “What brought about this drastic change in opinion?” Though I am still completely oblivious to that answer, I believe I have a couple logical explanations.

1) Not that I have a plethora of stories worth reading or thoughts worth hearing, but ever since the new fad of “girlfriends” came out (which is slowly eating my friends and spittin ‘em back out as a big chewed up, boring, hermit crab, non-social people that used to be my friends) I have nobody to share the events of my life with. So at least this way I have some sort of artificial sense of being heard.

2) Past experience has proven that I am unable to stand in opposition to something for too long without eventually experimenting with the very thing I claim to be so against. For example, I once shared the views of 90% of males that shaving your legs is for the female race, and any dude who indulges in this act has just checked off 1 of 5 qualifications of being classified as a “faggot”. But thanks to the consequences of a lost bet made with a certain “swim coach”, I shaved my legs. Due to my hypocritical actions, I experienced taunting and puzzled looks from my peers. When asked to explain myself, I blame the situation on my avid cycling habits, rationalizing that it makes some sort of difference in speed and road rash recovery. The truth I never tell is that there is no better feeling than slipping into the bed sheets with freshly shaven legs (except for maybe a pair of brand new socks, or driving on a full tank of gas). That’s right folks, I am now 1/5 faggot…

So here is where the experimentation starts. We’ll see if it proves to be as good as shaving your legs.