In this post, I'd like to use something new I learned to to describe how much I feel emotionally about snow, in Haiku form.

I really dislike snow.
It needs to just melt away
Cold and wet never mix.

Seriously. I even compiled a list
-I can't wear shorts, or summer wear
-I can't do my stairs training/workout
-No longboarding!
-People are crabby in winter
-Taking my hour long trek to Walmart for food, is not so fun when in a blizzard
-I love dry heat. For real.
-Being cold is LAME.
-I don't have a snowboard.
-Ice Cream and Jamba Juice is feasible to get in summer.


That's just a sample. Winter needs to end. Today. Please oh please today. Fosho.

Need a great Core workout? Read on!

Recently, I found that my core isn't what it needs to be. There is a severe lackage of a pack of six muscles, and it wasn't as rock hard like steel. Crunches take forever, and whatever else used to physically train your abs just takes forever and ever for waaaaaaaay too much work.

Luckily for me, I discovered Youtube, and my entire workout changed. Now I can simply just watch
Youtube videos, and I get all the ab work I need. Just watch this video, you'll see what I mean.


http://youtu.be/t5lFFvOAdsA


Feel that clenching feeling inside? It's the result from both second-hand shame, and how you are helpless to save this poor fellow from himself. This feeling is called "Cringe", and it's the newest thing I've discovered in life.

Cringe: Verb

1-To shrink or flinch, esp in fear, servility, or shame

Noun

1-The Act of cringing, to see others in the act of shame.

There are other bad videos that exhibit this feeling, Links posted below. If anything else, take into solace the fact that you may have had an embarrassing moment, it's not as bad as this.



http://youtu.be/Xp-jZyzQSms

http://youtu.be/WPlnHw7MfME

What a Cheesy Title

I should post more. What a cheesy intro!
I mean, it's just so cheesy that my title uses a cheesy pun that has to do with my cheesy blog with a cheesy blog-post that is writing about cheese. Seriously. Cheese.

There are over 100 bazillion different kinds of cheese. Yellow cheese, white cheese, blue cheese, smelly cheese, pretentious imported cheese from the goat-cow hybrid offspring that you captured with the help of a unicorn and the Lochness Monster.

With all the different kinds of cheeses, in my past, I've tasted exactly TWO kinds. DOSE. 2.

-Chedder
-Mozzarella

Come this weekend, my friends forced me to buy a sample cheese platter, and it was sure was magical. I was so happy, I made the cheesiest faces of joy. And they took pictures of my cheesy smiles of pure joy as I consumed more than my fair share of different things, it was like candyland, except, it tasted like cheeseland.

A week ago, I tasted:
-Pepperjack
-Provelone
-Swiss
-Colby-Jack, (I think)

It was literally a whole new world. A cheesy world.

And I think that's the end of all my my super-cheesy puns. Just thought I would post about totally-cliche cheesy cheese eating experience.

BONUS POINTS! How many cheese puns did I make?

ANSWER: Too many.

A long long time ago in a town far far away, there lived a young man. Not so old, but still too young, he was beginning an adventure on his own. After an arduous quest for social survival among the dying vestiges of land and hope that was his old home, he journeyed several miles away to a town filled with quaint and smallness, called Cedar City.

No seriously. I just got out and literally I know nothing about the world, it's like one giant education in life, pop culture, love, and so much stuff you could call it brain meltingly bad. For example:

• I know of only three kinds of cheeses
• I know only two Beatles
• My music selection knowledge before 2004 entails of Backstreet Boys, N'Sync, and Queen
• Talking to girls is literally a different language.
• The amount of cuisine I've tasted past a PB&J is very limited. 
• Never played any musical instrument
• I've been to three states only
•  Never had a first love
• I act so white I could blend in with a snowstorm
• Plus fifty more I can't remember off the top of my head.

So you wanna read about my redonkulous  adventures? Want to laugh at the comedy of my life? Want to secretly make fun jokes about me when I don't know as you read all the stuff I haven't done? Do you just like reading and have  spare time? Are you reading this because it's required for a certain class which also requires me to put out incriminating information about myself as well?

Then read my blog. Read it. All the time. Every day. You know you want to. Do it.

Serious business happening here.