Sunday, March 31, 2013

...excuse me, I just googled all over myself...

Don't pretend like you've never been so incredibly bored to the point of googling yourself. 

This is what happens when I google myself...
So really just a bunch of random looking normal people and oh look! I'm the third one there! (plus that really awkward leftover picture from 9th grade homecoming on that myspace place that I'd rather not revisit) 

When you google Mariel....
crazy fencer lady!!! And Mariel gets two pictures of herself! yahoo! 




Welllll when you google my roommate, this is what happens....

PORN STAR!!! ironic? Possibly. 



What happens when you google yourself? 


EASTAHHH!

Soo I was busy stuffing my face today with candy and deliciousness and putting myself into a sugar induced coma to actually think of something clever to post for easter...so, please enjoy these chuckle worthy photos I ripped off the internet. Hip hooray! You know what I don't understand? I don't want to go off some religious rant or what ever because me and religion go together like dinosaurs and carrots but someone please tell me how zombie Jesus turned into bunnies and candy? I don't get it...anyway, while I ponder this, enjoy this half assed blog....








Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Tibia or not Tibia...that is the question.

I think I find this a little more humerus than I should. But how often do you get the opportunity to whip out all your broken bone puns???
Oh yeah, forgot to tell you that I fucked some shit up.
"Took a hard, violent fall, kinda pin-balled down there. Hit a lot of railings, broke a lot of shit. I'm not saying I survived, but I thrived."








nah, just kidding. But I did sprain my leg trying to load furniture onto a truck and slipped on the ice and hit it on the lifty uppy thingy.    
2 weeks on crutches, ya'll. 


  Basically my life is like this chick and everyone else is like WEEEE LOOK AT ME WALKINGGGG! Be JEALOUSSSS!


SOoooooo now I am trying to attempt rehearsal, class and filmmaking looking like the token wheel chair guy in a corporate stock photo.....
 "LOOK, WE CAN BE DIVERSE TOO! THAT MUST MEAN WE'RE THE BEST COMPANY EVER! AND WE'RE ALL CROSSING ARMS BECAUSE CROSSED ARMS MEANS WE GET SHIT DONE (except Carol. Carol is that fuck in the front who didn't get the charcoal gray suit and arm crossing memo. get your shit together, Carol.) AND LOOKING UP AT SOMETHING ON THE CEILING MEANS WE ARE OPTIMISTIC FOR THE FUTURE! HOORAYYYY!" 
Hey, they got to get a leg up on the competition if they want to up sales next quarter. (That was pun #3 if you're still counting) 


Anyway, I've figured out screwing up your leg isn't so bad after you get past the most awful, painful, tearing, gushing blood everywhere, bones sticking out in all direct---I'm exaggerating, but you get the point.....after you get past all of that, you find out that by looking extremely pitiful hobbling around on crutches with a wrapped leg trying to carry all of your stuff, you make  people feel bad for you! And they're like "let me love you and help youuuu!"

At first its like STAHHPP ITTT I CAN DO IT BY MYSELFFFF
"I FORGOT HOW TO LIFEEEE!"

But then it ain't so bad because I got someone to take out my trash for me by simply failing at everything like those struggle bus people in infomercials who just cant seem to do anything right and totally freak out at everything.











I don't mean to sound like an awful person (wait...yes. yes. i do. thats the whole point of this.) But seriously, thanks everyone for helping out a cripple. Though if you really wanted to help, you'd foot my bill (there goes #4)

Okay, okay....no more lame puns....

*snort*

I'm done now. Five seems to be a good place to stop...for now....

Anyway, wish me luck on a speedy recovery....

oh poop there goes another one. that was completely unintentional, for the record.
I'm gonna go now....

damn it. Figuratively. Go away from this page because I can't literally go because I sprained my leg.....
Yeahhhhh bye now.