Cliff Bars and Marxist Revolutions

So I was grading papers. And I realized that my brain could be put to much better use, like for example, writting on my blog. I actually forgot I had one, and was going to create a new one, but alas to my grand fortune I actually do have one. Quality.

So for all my family and long long lost relatives out there who are interested in my life, this is what its about:

As I sit here contemplating the amount of Cliff bars I have consumed this week, I have decided that there has to be more to life than this. Like for reals. You can only take so much of Chocolate Chip Spectacular and Crunchy Peanut Butter Crunch. It all tastes like a garbage disposal anyway. Perhaps instead of getting an education I should invent a new energy bar. I will come up with names like, "Foxy Ferocious Fruity Chip" and "Loving Life Lemon." While the bar might taste like a cat run over by a large Hummer, at least people will enjoy the names. Also. I think one of these days I am probably going to kill over due to the lack of nutrients my body has been receiving. Ah oh well. It was a good existence.

P.S if Sara is unable to vacate Provo in T minus two weeks or sooner, there is going to be a Marxist Revolution on BYU's hands. I mean seriously. I can only take the greater Provo area (yes, that includes Orem) to a certain point, before people start believing that I belong in an insane asylum. I know, I probably should have checked into one of those a long time ago, but I am trying to hold off as long as possible. I at least want to be around for this next Christmas and for the beginning of Obama's presidency, and than if needs be, I will be happy to make the trek Salt Lake psychiatric ward. If I do go down to the nut house, all I ask is that at least one person that I know, relative or friend, visit me once a month. I will send out a Facebook Group Invite and everything to let you know when I will be expecting visitors. All you have to do is get in your car and drive down. Yep. Its as easy as pie.

Yeah, my creativity is wearing on me. I think I am going to go stare at a celling or something productive.

Yours forever,
Jarman

Yearning

So I came up with a cool one liner today.
Its used when your missing your lover far across the sea: "A slew of words will I entangle your pulsating heart with"
Eh?
Any who, today was fast Sunday. Guess what? I was not hungry at all, because for some reason my stomach felt like a revolting roller coaster ride. I also examined peoples facial expressions, and concluded that some people spend 90% of the time wearing the same one. So it better be a good one, because your social life depends on it. I also read The Great Gatsby in an attempt to broaden my literary horizon. Excellent book. I was swept up in an amalgam of metaphors and deeper meanings that I didn't know were possible to contain in one sentence. I am now a literary savant, after reading that book.

Life is Beautiful

Today we ate with the church at a barbque. It was pretty cool. Talked to smart people. I didn't really go out much today, mostly read and watched Project Runway. Yes, it was thrilling. I just walked into someones house wihtout knocking. I have met this individual only once before but I personally blame it on the jet lag. Oh and I went to the gym, and say a very biff Russian man. Wowsers.

Today is Wensday

I went to the Anglo American school for breakfast, and got three rather large books, that hopefully I'll get around too. I am watching TV and feeling really tired right now. Hopefully I will convince myself to go to the gym. Anyway, all is going well, its nice to chill on the sofa. Sometimes I get a little restless, however, and I yearn for the high life of Provo, UT, ha ha ha. I just kid. Yeah, right, like I would ever yearn for the comforts of Terrace number 4 and the HBLL. I have all of next year to participate in those endeavors.

Its a race!

Today we went to Awshan. Awshan is like Walmart on speed, or so my mom says. After we zipped all over store at a speed that would make Marion Jones shudder, I eventually concluded that my mother was right. Yes, Russians were pushing, shoving and grunting in all directions. If you couldn't grab your mango's fast enough, well than you might as well forget the mango's. After the grocery store extravaganza we preceded to the Anglo American school, or "the compound" as I like to call it. It looks like a amped up state penitentiary, in that its as large as Ward Weavers home, but its got some stadium and Bill Gates mansion-style potential.