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The Island of Misfit Blog Posts

today after my new testament class I went to the deepest darkest reaches of the library (like if the library were the Misty Mountains, where I went would be where Gollum lives) and did my old norse homework and got it done in like two hours. just thought you ought to know.

Anyway, I start a lot of blog posts that I either get bored of writing or just whatever I was writing about happened so long ago that it's no longer relevant that I give it up and then it just kind of sits in my posts and is a sad little draft. So this will be my omnibus blog post of all those sad little babies.

UPDATE: I JUST THREW UP IN MY MOUTH A LITTLE BIT AND IT TASTED LIKE WHAT MY APARTMENT SMELLS LIKE.

I'm a model, you know what I mean

do my little tumble in the perspective view. I am out of control with these dumb animation jokes I need to be stopped. Here is a look at this beautiful little lego dude I am making for my intro to 3D graphics class!

this was the easy part because I had a diagram to work with

"daddy_sLittleFattieFatFatFat.png"

hips don't lie

the latest version in all it's lambert 1 glory

Hopefully tomorrow I can make the hair piece(s) and the phaser from Star Trek TOS and all that stuff because I am hoping to make this little guy into three little guys named Kirk, Spock, and Bones and then make a beautiful environment of some other planet and then... be magical idk. Live Long and Prosper Spock out!

"BYU is a LDS school (a Mormon school, in other words)"

I saw that on the BYU tag on tumblr (which ps is the best ever. 50% Asleep at BYU, 25% high school kids who want WAY BAD to go to the Y and 25% people who go the Y who either hate every second of it or hate that they can't get any). I especially like that the person who wrote that doesn't understand how indefinite articles work and is somehow going to a "world class" university.

This is just kind of a random post with weird Provo junk that doesn't really merit its own post. Here is a little something from the local Smith's:

I finally got my Old Norse textbooks (turns out they'd been there the whole time!!! as in like a week) and even though they are about literally the whitest thing imagineable, they are rasta colours

Ek skaut brytinn en ek skaut ekki inn undirmað

some useful old norse tips

bonus old norse: þú ert litilan kǫtt (you are a small cat).
also: ek þreyja mikla grunna en ek ekki lyga
Here are some snapchats I've saved from various conversations with my sister

Alright that's all for now kids!

You think fashion's your friend? My friend, fashion is danger. (first in a series)

Well, all day yesterday I tried to work on my Old Norse homework, meaning I actually read a blog all about the amazing fashion in Star Trek: The Next Generation. This morning when I went to school it was still on my mind!! It doesn't help that everyone on BYU has pretty much the same poor fashion sensibilities the costume designers on TNG had (minus the starfleet uniforms of course, those are perf). Everyone's outfits really stuck out to me in a way they hadn't before. The girls for the most part looked alright. There's this weird peacoat with like a belt around the waist? that's super popular that I'm not a fan of but generally they look alright (I have also seen some ladies with the best fashion who I aspire to be). The guys though? I'll let this (abridged) conversation sum up my feelings:

I DO WHAT I WANT THOR

Once upon a time on monday Indiana Jones and I were snowboarding at the bird and we had a pretty great conversation on the lift. It all started with my brother Ben's hair.

look at that luscious mane

Indy has often commented that it looks like a lion's mane and she is 100% correct. Somehow we realised that Ben is well on his way to being Loki with that hair only if he slicks it down the right way. AND THEN WE REALISED SINCE HE'S ADOPTED IT EXTRA WORKS. WHICH TOTALLY MAKES ME THOR GOD OF THUNDER!!

basically the same

This of course means my brother Joseph

is the Warriors Three

which leaves Abigail as Sif

my dad, unlike Odin, is not a terrible parent. He does, however, go into Odin Sleep like five times a day on average, so that also works. I guess my mom can be whoever the mom is in Thor, I swear she gets like 13 seconds of screentime because I can't remember her name or what she looks like.  My real mom would get 79% of the screentime if Thor was actually a documentary of our family, so that one doesn't really work but whatevs.

BUT THEN WE THOUGHT TO OURSELVES, WHAT DOES THAT LEAVE INDY?!?!?!? We decided Shasta can be the stanky norwegian guy whose name I refuse to remember and just now I decided that Chuck and Dob can be Natalie Portman and her friend. Well, last night I realised that Indy is totally Heimdall.

note the striking resemblance

That's all for now folks!

Wherein Pre Animation is actually The Hunger Games, but only in my head

I went to my first classes at the Y. 

It started out at 9 in the marn with New Testament part II. Here's hoping it's better than that lousy Doctrine and Covenants part II I took at institute last year. It probably will be since that class was the worst. My professor almost looks like a cartoon character, there's no other way to describe it, but just like something about his face/the way he dressed idk. He seems cool though. He has an academic background which means this class won't be dingus so I'm stoked on that.

I came home and went to the bank and the store and had a grand old time. There was one super hot dude there that I kept running into but I didn't say anything to him because how do you even have a conversation in a grocery store. Well anyway I bought 10 things of yogurt because I've lost all control over my life and then I went home.

they are only the flavours that don't have grody fruit chunks in them so it's not even like there's that much selection. How did I even fit all of these in my fridge.

I dinked around for a bit and then was late to Old Norse because the Harold B Library is a buttface. Like I go up to the entrance they showed me on the tour (basically every other door was "EMERGENCY EXIT ONLY ALARM WILL SOUND") and like the first thing I see is "if you are looking for classrooms [numbers] then you are a guppy because you have to go in on the other side" and I'm like "THE LIBRARY DOESN'T EVEN CONNECT WITH ITSELF THIS IS BOGUS" so then I power walked it over to the south side and walk in and it was awk. whatever I'm probs going to fail that class anyway. The professor looks a bit like the stanky Norwegian scientist in Thor/The Avengers.

this plus about thirty years, minus the gash in the head and the five o'clock shadow and you have my Old Norse prof

I was considering going home but then knowing how maze-like the hfac is I decided to get dinner at the wilk and then I called my mommy and then I had some subway and then I got an email from my professor that was like "if you don't get your picture taken I will drop you from my class"

 But it all got sorted so whatever I guess. Anyway then I went to Figure Drawing and basically this class will be amazing. The teacher (professor? I sometimes as in always never know) is pretty much the chillest dude and his hair was amazing. I want that hair. I want it on my head.

Everyone in the class also was really nice. Like so many people started talking to me out of the blue and it was crazy and I loved it because I have struggles starting conversations with people, but like if the other person gets the ball rolling I'm good. I know people were like "people in provo are REEEEEALLY friendly" but up till that class all I'd encountered were 1) people glaring/staring awkwardly at me for I don't know why and 2) people (dudes) just being generally being awkward and saying like "hey how are you" as I'm like... walking down the street???? or in class. Either way I'm like "why are you talking to me this is weird" but in figure drawing it was really natural like people were just friendly and nice but not creepin on the low low at the same time.

all in all, a magical experience for a magical day.

Tonight I heard a werewolf screech when I got out of my car

I thought I'd make a quick post because I have some longer posts about moving in and the second longest orientation of my life (the winner lasted an entire week) and they are taking forever to write. Here's a quick tour of the BYU campus, provided by google maps, byu.edu, what little information I was able to glean from one lousy tour, and me.

I may or may not live in one of the buildings in this picture

way more tennis courts than we probably need and 17 less golf holes than I think there are supposed to be

the spicket, the jerbsfbll, the Harold B Library and the hrfrc (red, blue, green, yellow). I will apparently be living more or less in the hafac and it's also apparently a total labyrinth. party.

where the X men go to school

very important loop dee loops

one of these is the moa (with a name almost as exciting to say at the UMFA [umfa! umfa! umfa-a!]). it has art

a waste of space

I wonder if whoever decided that was a good idea knew that it would be covered in butts pretty much whenever anyone would be looking at it

??????

the building named after my dad's boss when he did Native American Land Claims

the only building on campus that isn't ugly

that's all the general rancour I have in my system right now. tune in tomorrow/later today when I actually go to school at this place!!