Recently Sarah so kindly reminded me that I haven't blogged in a long time. I mostly don't care, but am also somewhat bored and not tired enough to make myself go to bed. Also, lately I haven't had a lot of time for writing, (or much of anything else, for that matter. Thanks for that work, we are definitely not friends.) and I really miss it.

Now I am left with the question of what to blog about. I have pretty much abandoned the idea of finishing blogging about India, though I probably should. I could blog about how much I hate the word "blog". It's totally dumb and weird to say. hmmm no.

I could write about what Kristina has been telling me to blog about for like a year, but for whatever reason I haven't (maybe because a lot of me thinks it's not necessarily worthy of blogging about):

What is the most attractive outfit a man can wear?
Answer: Well, there are two answers.

1.Three piece suit. Always amazing. OK mostly I'm just obsessed with guys wearing vests and think they should at all times.

2. I guess this should really be my number 1. Hands down, there is absolutely nothing more attractive to me than when a guy wears jeans, a belt and a fitted t shirt.

Nicely done. (I realize those aren't really jeans, but you get the idea.)

Really though, as long as a guy has good shoes (please no tennis shoes. Just put on a pair of Converse, it's not hard, everyone can wear them.) then the rest of the outfit will most likely be just fine. Unless his jeans are bad, then there is no hope, sorry. (I hope that's not too harsh or shallow, just some advice to the unaware.)

Or.... I could write about what initially made Sarah tell me to write a new blog: Toy Story

Am I the only one who saw the original Toy Story movie when i was a child and seriously thought their toys were alive? I have faith that I am not. I vividly remember playing with my toys in my room, leaving the room very loudly (so they'd know I was gone) and sneaking back in very quietly to try and catch them in action. They were always too quick for me though. I never caught them. One time I really thought i did. I went to sleep with a clean room and woke up in the morning to a floor covered in dolls and barbies. Clearly, they had walked themselves out of my closet and gathered on the floor by my bed. I knew the movie wasn't lying. This actually happened a couple of times. I never found out until a few years later that the toys hadn't actually moved themselves. My sister, who I shared a room with, had just gotten bored during the middle of the night a few times and played with our toys until she got tired. Thanks for ruining my dreams Michelle. (yes, I realize I was 8 yrs old when the movie came out and probably should have known better. but leave me alone, you know you thought the same thing.)

Or... I could write about my most recent disappointment with the music of today.

One of my favorite bands, Cold War Kids, have unfortunately added themselves to the "My Favorite Bands, That Now Suck" list with the release of their upcoming album Mine is Yours. Ok, I wouldn't say they completely suck, but if you listen to their new single "Louder Than Ever" and compare it to their first single "Hang Me Up To Dry" (the song that originally made me fall head over heels for them) you can't help but wonder what the crap happened. The new song is catchy, but catchy doesn't equal good. I still kinda like it though, but it definitely doesn't deserve my love. I listened to some of the other songs that will be on the new album out in January, and sorry not impressed. I was hoping for a song that would make me feel the way I did the first time I heard "Hospital Beds" but it didn't happen. First Kings of Leon, now Cold War Kids?! This has got to stop.


So, I guess I pretty much covered all those topics in one post. Nice. I will end with a song of the day.

Rick Ross ft Drake and Chrisette Michele "Aston Martin Music"

For whatever reason I can't stop listening to this song. Every once in a while a hip hop song gets a hold of me and will not let go. This song has definitely done exactly that. Mostly because I love the chorus, and Drake is amazing. The rapping parts by Rick Ross I don't really care about.

Kelly H. (I know you always read these and are waiting for me to mention you in them, so there you go.)

Agra

Our train was scheduled to arrive at 10:55 AM. At about 1PM we finally got off and caught a taxi to head towards where we could find a cheap hotel to set our bags for the day. It took a little longer than we would have liked to finally find our room, which was the size of my bed, and by this point we were all starving, disgustingly sweaty and tired. We headed over to a restaurant and ended up hanging out watching almost all of some crappy American "scary" movie called Mirrors that the waiter had turned on for us. Next stop: Taj Mahal.

We spent a good amount of time at the Taj wandering around taking pictures and watching the sun go down. Beautiful. By 9PM we were back at the train station playing stupid games like "I've never...." trying to entertain ourselves until our train finally arrived and we began our second sleeper train experience. This time we brought food.

Mandawa

Once we got back to the hotel we loaded all our bags into the car Salim had arranged to drive us out into the Rajasthan countryside to a little town named Mandawa. Our new driver was also pretty awesome, and especially fond of Matt. Four incredibly crammed sweaty hours later we reached our hotel out in the middle of basically nowhere. We headed up to the rooftop to enjoy the incredibly beautiful view of the stars before passing out for the night.

After a very quick buffet breakfast we walked over to where our camels were waiting to take us out on a little trek through the desert. An hour and a half or so later we were all back in the hotel room taking turns taking showers and trying not to smell disgusting, which is kind of not possible in India. Our driver had planned to take us out to meet his family in a little village named Tye. When we got there Maggie and I were almost immediately ushered off to the girls bedroom where we sat and where stared at by all the children and women of the village for about an hour. Mostly we just smiled and laughed with the kids teaching them our names and trying to figure out what intentions the nice women had with us. It turned out they just wanted to stare at us. Eventually the young girls got their ink out and gave Maggie and I our very first henna tattoos. Meanwhile the boys where becoming good friends with the family and exploring their home area. When our tattoos were done we went over to the cooking room and watched how chapatis are made. After hanging out for a bit longer our dinner of chapatis and the mutton we had purchased off the street earlier in the day was ready. We ate until we were all completely stuffed and couldn't take the fire in our mouths and longer. So spicy, but oh so freaking good. After the feast we unfortunately had to part ways with the family we had all fallen in love with. They were sad to see us go as well, following our car down the road and waving goodbye until we were out of sight. One of them even called our driver (I wish I could remember his name. Zackar?) and told him to turn around and bring us back! We miss them. I totally want to adopt an Indian baby. Those big brown eyes are easy to fall in love with.  We made it back into Jaipur in time to check into a hotel and sleep for six hours until our 6AM train to Agra.

Jaipur

We got on our first sleeper train not exactly sure what to expect, bu thanks to the nice Irish 24 year old guy sitting next to us (I think his name was Darragh or something Irish like that) who gave us a little crash course of what to expect and tell us stories of his travels it didn't look like it would be so bad. The next morning at about 8AM we arrived in Jaipur and found an amazing super cheap hotel with a rooftop restaurant. We put our stuff in our room and immediately headed up to eat our first meal of real food in what seemed like forever. We all had survived on no more than a few crackers and almonds since we got on the train the night before at 6PM. After stuffing ourselves we each spent the next few hours by ourselves having some alone time. I spent mine taking a shower, writing, listening to my iPod and walking across the street to the Internet cafe to check my mail and post a blog. At about midday we all got back together to discuss plans for our next 3 days in Rajasthan. First stop- Pink City. We got a rickshaw and headed on our way. Our driver, Salim, turned out to be pretty much the coolest guy ever and our own personal tour guide for the next day and a half. He took us all around from Amber Fort to Water Palace giving us tips and travel advice about India. We were all in agreement that the best part of the day was the elephant ride. We all rode on the same elephant (they are huge, they can handle it) wandering through back rodes into an open field where a group of kids were playing a game of cricket. None of us could get over that fact that we were riding an elephant in freaking India. Epic. At the end of the day Salim took us to another hotel's rooftop restaurant and we all ate and hung out for a few hours.

The next morning Salim met up with us as we were eating breakfast at our hotel. Until about 5 or 6 we rode around town in his rickshaw visiting more sites we missed the day before. At one point I even lost my debit card. That was exciting. I had a small panic attack until Salim pulled it out of his pocket and told me to be more careful with it. Not a funny joke. Lesson learned. Apparently I had forgotten to take it back from the ATM earlier in the day and the lady in line behind me noticed and ran out to give it back to me. Salim grabbed it from her and put it in his pocket before I even noticed anything was wrong. I didn't even notice until an hour later when Salim asked if he could see my debit card claiming he had never seen one before, which was an obvious lie. I questioned him a bit then went to grab it from my wallet and noticed it wasn't there, giving me a small heart attack. I'm so happy it wasn't actually lost. I would have killed someone. Anyway, other highlights of the day included feeding monkeys at the monkey temple and a visit to a jewelry store where Maggie and Steven had personal sessions with a very popular half Canadian half Indian healer man. (astrology, ora, stones, that kind of stuff.) Matt and I got an odd feeling from the guy, plus that kind of stuff kind of freaks us out so we just hung out looking at stuff. We also made a stop at the textile store we had visited the day before to pick up the pants Matt and Steven had made for them. The store was founded by a German, an Australian and an American from Washington DC seven years ago. The money they make go towards helping Indian widows and getting books and things for Indian children's schools. We had a lot of fun hanging out with the men that worked there as they showed us fabrics, Saree's and scarfs. Each of us spent probably a little too much, but it's for a good cause so, it's worth it.

Amritsar

We woke up at about 6AM to give ourselves enough time to get ready, pack up and make it to the train station in time. The next six-ish hours were spent listening to iPods, doing sudoku puzzles, playing Uno, and wishing I could steal the iPad from the rich little Indian boy sitting behind us. Once we got off the train in Amritsar I was immediately reminded yet again of my absolute least favorite part of traveling outside of the US - the insane amounts of people in your face asking for money, if you need a taxi, where you are staying. if you need a hotel, etc etc. For the inexperienced traveler it can be enough to make you want to turn around get right back on the train, and surely give you an anxiety attack. I'm not saying I'm a super experienced traveler or anything, but because of the previous travels I do have under my belt plus the reading of friends travel blogs and the type of books I usually read, I am well aware and prepared for it. You learn quickly the best way to deal with it- pretend you are deaf, maybe even blind and if needed dumb. Some of the people can prove to be quite useful at times though. We made our way through the sea of annoying people and found a nice cheap hotel to set our bags down before heading out in search of an ATM. Once my rupee fund was replenished we found a nice place to eat- a somewhat hidden little outdoor restaurant in the middle of a hotel. This became our own little tranquil hang out/eating area for the next day and a half. After a nice lunch we set out to wander around the garbage filled streets of Amritsar exploring shops, riding a tricycle carriage thing (no idea what their real name is) and getting ice cream before heading back our room to lay down and cool off for a bit. Around seven we took a rickshaw to the Golden Temple, which was one of my main must see Indian sites. We bought bandannas to cover our heads, took our shoes off, rinsed our feet and headed into the area which encloses the temple to take a seat on the floor in perfect view of the temple. (any place is a perfect view really, considering the temple is by itself in the middle of a, I'm assuming, man made little body of water. The temple was so incredibly gorgeous at night so we just sat there enjoying the view and making friends for about an hour or two. We got up to take a walk around and get pictures from all sides. It was actually Ghandi's birthday so there were tons and tons of people everywhere, some stripping down to their underwear to take a dip in the water, others bowing in various locations around the place. We left to get sodas before taking another death defying rickshaw ride back to our hotel. Seriously, I will never understand how there are not more accidents here what with the basically non existent traffic organization. I still can't decide if there is more honking here or in Egypt. It's at least the same- non stop.

The next morning we headed to our favorite restaurant to eat breakfast and figure out how to spend the rest of the day until our 6PM train ride to Jaipur. What basically happened was a lot of wandering around looking in more shops, buying bangles, strolling through various street markets, sweating to death and taking rickshaw rides. I'm really going to miss rickshaw rides, they are like nothing else. We ate lunch in a 4th floor restaurant in some hotel we found before heading back to check if our bags were still safely stored in the lobby of our the hotel our little hang out spot was located at. The nice reception boy had offered to watch our bags all day for free. He was rad. We still had an hour or so before our train so we settled in our spot, ordered some naan and beer (the latter obviously not for me. I'm always the token sober Mormon girl, and very glad to be) and played a few rounds of Uno.

New Delhi

After an infromative discussion with one of our hotel's tour organizer people (whatever you call them) we had a set plant for the next few days, which only slightly strayed from our original plan. At about 11AM we set out with our driver covering a lot of ground within new and old Delhi. We spent an hour at the Red Fort, which probably could have been successfully visited in 15 minutes, before heading to an incredible Indian restaruant to eat ourselves sick. Garlic naan and butter chicken curry with a dessert of brownies, ice cream and phirni (some Indian pudding like dessert that I think is actually quite good). Please try to tell me something that is more delicous. (I don't expect you to actually try, because you won't be able to.) Next we headed to Qutab Minar, which turned out to be our favorite picture taking place of the day. A few unsuccessful jumping pictures for Maggie and a few successfull yoga pose puictures for myself later (yoga started in India so it only makes sense to me to do yoga poses in my pictures, even if they do look awkward and result in getting laughed at by my travel partners for specific poses.....ha good times by the fountain.) we were on to our next location, Lotus temple. I'm not sure if that's the real name. We wandered around shoeless and learned the purpose of the architecture and abit about all the religions taught about inside. Mostly I think the place looks sweet and it should be my house. I would totally be OK with living in a house shaped like a flower with like 5 pools. I could be a hippie, that'd be fine. By this point we were all nearly ready to head back to the hotel. A quick stop at the India Gate and the president's house for a few photos ended our days tour and we happily found ourselves back in our air conditioned hotel room watching ridiculous Indian music videos.

Um yah, India

After an 11 hour flight to Korea and another 7 hour flight into Delhi, Matt, Maggie, Steven and I finally got to our hotel at about 2AM on... Thursday? I think actually Friday, who knows it's all the same. We traveled in time, we're rad. Either way, we wanted nothing more than to pass out and not be on a plane again for a really long time (which translates to two weeks when we have to so we can go home). We all woke up with the rising of the sun and a bunch of monkeys crawling around the buildling right across from our window. (Even though they are surely covered in diseases I kinda want to bring one home) We just finished eating a pretty amazingly delicious buffet breakfast, and now Matt and I are hanging out in the lobby waiting for Maggie and Steven to get ready for the day. Then we are off to basically wander around and do whatever we want until we start heading north to Shimla.

They were just giving them out at the record store...in exchange for money.

The search is over. I fell in love. For the past few years now people have been telling me that I would really really love this band, and I just didn't listen to them (my friends or the band). Well, as of a few weeks ago I was on a hunt that seemed to be never ending. I needed new music in my life more desperately than almost ever before. Too many things in my life are up in the air,  I didn't need the added stress of no new album to be obsessed with. In my many visits to various CD stores (which is a common event for me, I probably go every week to see what new previously owned CDs will be there) and searching different internet websites like this, showing me what bands are similar to other bands I already love, I kept seeing this band that my friends had been telling me about. I have had one song of theirs on my iPod for a long time, but I was always too busy with other music to listen to it. Well, I decided that now is the time I should probably take a listen. Also they were having a new album come out in a few days (from when I found them) so they were being advertised everywhere. I listened to tons of their songs on youtube, and realized my friends had been right. I fell in love with them. I will forever regret letting so much time go by that could have been spent loving them. Oh Arcade Fire, please remain in my life forever. Since I have full control over whether or not they will, it's safe to say they will. The Suburbs is one of the best albums I have heard in a while. I would tell you which song is my favorite, but that's not physically possible. If I HAD to, I might say "We Used to Wait". It changed my life completely, but so did the rest of the album. (please note the adorable kitten at the end of that video. Will someone just please give me a kitten! this is getting ridiculous)

I guess to be honest, I would have to say I fell in love twice. In my extensive search for new music I also found another band that I have become fully obsessed with. A little less than the level of obsession with Arcade Fire, but very close. They also had a new album come out a few months back and I kept seeing it at the store. It always caught my eye because of the album cover, which I personally think is quite clever and definitely something I would do. So, I decided if they are cool enough to have that as their album cover, they are cool enough for me to take a listen. So, I did. I found their song "Tighten Up" off the album on youtube and immediately became obsessed, such a rad song. Also the video is funny, and I love that the singer looks a lot like Conan to me. (Team Coco for life). Also, that little brown haired boy in the video is the cutest little boy I have ever seen. I better have sons that look exactly like that. I saw the album on sale for $8 the next time I was at the record store, and of course bought it. Right from "Everlasting Light" I was just giddy. Amazing album. Oh, "they" are The Black Keys, if you haven't clicked the links and figured out by now. (which you should do so immediately if you have not, your life will change for the better)

These two albums have been ruling my life. It just seemed important that everyone know that. (I have faith someone, somewhere feels the same extreme joy and excitement about new albums as I do. And yeah, enough to continuously write descriptive blogs about how good they are. To the rest of you, I advise you to get more excited.)

My mountain won't hurt me.

I'm sorry, but when someone in Utah tells me to look at the beautiful "mountains" I have a hard time not questioning that persons knowledge on the definition of mountains. To me they just aren't mountains and they never will be, they are just glorified hills. Yes, they are gorgeous though. (In their own special, handicapped way) Don't start your arguing, I just feel like when you are used to looking at this

I stole this from a Seattle photographer's blog, Robert Wade.

and someone tells you these are mountains

I just feel like they don't know what they are talking about.


Now I understand that Rainier is only like 1000 ft higher than King's Peak, but Utah's elevation is like 3000 ft or something higher than WA to begin with, so just shut up and deal with the fact that the Cascades are better than the Uintas and forever will be. And be prepared to fight me if you want to talk about this. Sure hiking trails in the Uintas are perfectly good and I'm always up to hike them, but again they just don't compare to this

In my last year and a half in the Seattle area, and now being back in Utah, I have come to even more fully realize my need to live in the forest by mountains and lakes, but yet miraculously still be in close proximity to incredible cities, like say, oh I don't know, Seattle. Nothing is better. I'm accustomed to it, I've spent more than half of my life doing so. I miss it so. One of my main life goals is to own a house on a lake, preferably Lake Sammamish or Lake Washington. I used to go running on the Lake Sammamish trail all the time. Every run I would just stare at the lake the whole time with a big stupid smile on my face because it is just so incredibly gorgeous. I mean seriously,  look at it...

It's somewhat hard to go from this being your driveway

driving over those potholes is "fun"

to well not having a driveway (or a house, for that matter). But if I did, I'm pretty sure it wouldn't look like that here.

Dear Washington,
I promise I will return to you one day. No, I don't know when, but rest assured our time apart is only making me love you more.
Love,
Mal

(If you must know, the title of this post is from an old man that lived in a cabin by Mt St Helen's. He was told to evacuate his cabin because the mountain was going to erupt and he told the rangers "My mountain won't hurt me" and didn't leave his house. His mountain killed him.)

For the past few months I haven't had too much time to work on my artwork, and I'm not OK with that. It's for legitimate reasons that I haven't started anything new though, so I guess I am OK with it. The itch to start something new has been just raging lately, and it must be cured. So I went to my mom's house and dug around in her closet and found some of her painting stuff. I've been wanting to try some new mediums, so I thought I would mess around with some watercolor for a bit. I haven't used watercolor since my senior year in high school, and apparently forgot how freaking hard it is. One painting that I did in my senior year won in the art show and made me an All State Artist, so I figured I would probably be able to do something somewhat decent. Well, apparently not. After like five hours I had nothing good to show for myself. My watercolor skills are pretty much gone. I was really wishing my mom wasn't out of town on one of her many river rafting trips (I swear she goes every weekend, she's so rad) because I really REALLY could have used her help. She is an insanely good artist and watercolor is her medium of choice, she could have given me some very useful tips. I guess, in my own defense, I wasn't really trying that hard either. Also I hadn't properly prepared my paper for painting, I didn't have 12 hours to soak it and let it dry. But those are hardly excuses. Although, unless I'm super into the piece I'm working on, I've noticed I do considerably worse on it than normal. And I wasn't super into the ones I was doing. But I am so excited for this semester be over in like 2 weeks, then I will have lots of time to work on my art. I already have so many things I want to draw, I can't wait.

Also, lately I haven't had hardly any time for my own personally reading (aside from scriptures), or I guess I haven't made time. It's been a few months since the last book I read for myself, and I remember that the one I read kind of made me angry. It was Tears of Blood: A Cry for Tibet, a good read, but sad. The other day Kelly and I spent way too long at DI perusing the bookshelves and I found a couple good ones for like two bucks each - A Passage to India, and A Map of the World. That second one has an Oprah's Book Club sticker on it, so you KNOW it's good...I guess. I started reading A Passage to India, then about two days later I lost it somehow. I thought it was lost to the world until today I found it hidden under a pair of running shoes and one of my drawing boards that were in the trunk of my car. I'd like to know how it got there, but I've come to terms with the fact that I probably never will. I was saddened that I didn't find the one I was searching for at DI though, but eventually I will find me a cheap copy of a bio on Caravaggio to suffice my needs. Oh, that will be the day.

Not my chair, not my problem. That's what I say.

What the crap happened? How have I already been back in Utah for a month? Have I really been living out of my backpack and bag of clothes, sleeping at Kelly's, Kristina's, Janie's or my mom's place (wherever I happen to be when night comes) for that long already?! I've been so freakin busy I didn't even notice! Maybe I should get an apartment, or maybe I should decide what I plan to do, in general, with my life. Most likely I will just stay here and finally finish school. Who knows, I sure don't. 

Basically for the last few months of my life this is what I have been up to, since I know you are all dying to know...

- Quit my job. I don't care how much money I was making there, it's not worth it if it's not something I'm really excited about doing. Although, I did like how I was able to pay off my $9000 car in one year because of it. (I plan on having my beautiful Civic, La Toya, for years and years to come, otherwise I would not have spent so much.) But I'd much rather be poor and happy with my job, than rich (not that I was that rich by any means) and doing something that isn't very satisfying. I did it for about four years, and that it is all I could take. I will miss a few things about the job though. Mostly the funny/mean/weird customers and the things they would say. I swear, everyday someone would ask me one of two questions: "What are you, like where are you from?" (I was guessed to be Italian, Hawaiian (?!), Russian, and my very favorite was when one woman asked specifically if I was Transylvanian! Um what OK, that's not obscure at all?!) or customers would stand there and look at me for about five seconds then ask "Is it real" Is what real? Oh my hair, yes it's naturally curly like this. I wouldn't do this to myself.

- Ran in my second marathon with my brother Matt. We didn't get as good of times as we did last year because we both had a lot on our minds, plus we had already done it once so the challenge element was gone. He was moving to Alaska the very next day to spend 3 months fishing on a little boat with just one other guy, and I was moving back to Utah two days later. We both hadn't packed at all.

- Had a really fun/long drive out to Utah with my little brother Mitch and his friend Rugs (his name is actually Nick, but I nicknamed him Ruggles, Rugs for short). We mostly spent the drive talking about how much Rugs was going to freaking love Cafe Rio (he'd never had it, or been to Utah), and listened to the Drake Thank Me Later album like five times. I'm usually not much for rappers, but I freaking love Drake. Mostly because of songs like this one, and this one. He's good, I suggest listening.

-river rafting

-Michelli and Mitch's Wedding

-Modest Mouse concert for FREE. Ya awesome.

-Doing a bunch of stuff to do with Janie's wedding, then the actual wedding day.

-Kings of Leon concert. They played "Milk" and I almost passed out.

-ridiculous amounts of schoolwork and studying (which I should probably be doing now instead of this)

- 7 peaks: I don't care how old I am, that place will never get old.

- hiking at midnight

- running with Kelly. On one occasion we decided to run up into the mountains, and when  we got about 3 minutes in we saw the hugest snake ever coiled up right in the middle of our path. We both freaked out a bit, immediately turned around and ran back down the mountain and almost ran right over this guy with literally five dogs coming up the trail. We think the snake was a rattle snake, but we both had our iPods in so we don't know if there was any rattling sounds.

- having a Leo filled weekend: Inception two nights in a row (it's as good as everyone says) and of course my favorites Blood Diamond and The Departed. Oh Leo, what a man. I love him even more.

Anyway, that's a recap of my past few months. If you're still reading, thanks. I know it's just ever so exciting. Stay tuned, in about two months the blogs really will be exciting. And I'm not joking.


I'm in dire need of a new album to be obsessed with. But recently I, with no explanation, just love love this song:  
Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros Home
I love running to this so much, and it makes me want to live in the south and regularly chew on stems of barley. But, I probably won't do that. 

6 Records In Don't Know Where To Begin

Over the last few weeks (mostly while I was on the east coast) so much incredible music has been added to my inventory and taken over my life. Out of all that has been added one band has definitely taken precedence over all the others, and I basically can't stop listening/thinking about their songs. That band is: Coconut Records. For those of you unfortunate souls who have never heard of them or their music, do yourself a favor and click here and then you can feel a little bit better about yourself and the life you live.

Also you will probably recognize the singer:

Mmm not bad. Also I guess he used to be the drummer for Phantom Planet, which makes him even more attractive (not the Phantom Planet part, although I guess they could be a good band. I know nothing other than "California") But apparently he has a wife. He would. Dumb.

Honorable Mentions (of the rest of the music recently added):

• Paul McCartney Ram - I feel sorry for my life previous to the knowledge of this album and am forever grateful that it has crossed my path. I've listened to "Uncle Albert" probably 100 times since I got it.
• Atmosphere's "That Night" - the drums mixed with the lyrics to this song are enough to give you chills, also make you a little sad. It's a true story.
• The New Pornographers Together - Never actually listened to this band before today when I walked into the record store in Bellevue and asked what band was playing at the moment. I liked it, so I bought it.
• Jaydiohead - Jay-Z mixed with Radiohead, actually very good and fun to run to.

All incredible music. Really do yourself a favor and listen to all of the above. But if you don't have time for all just at least listen to Coconut Records and then you can thank me for how much better your life just got. You're welcome everyone.

The Adventures of Mal and Lou

Here is a quick recap of the newest chapters of The Adventures of Mal and Lou that took place over this last weekend.

Thursday: I spent the morning taking a stupid math final. I felt like I was going to throw up the whole time I was taking it and it totally sucked. I joke about throwing up a lot and I usually use it too describe something exciting, but this time I for real wanted to puke. I didn't though. And after the test I felt fine. Dumb. We will have to see how the crap test went. Then afterwards I headed to the airport to catch my flight to Newark. At about midnight or so Lindsey got me at the airport and we headed to her house to basically go right to sleep.

Friday: We woke up and ate breakfast then headed to the train station to catch the train to NYC. When we got there we spent the next few hours just wandering around from Time Square to Central Park to Staten Island to basically wherever we wanted. While we were in Central Park we happened upon a baseball game and stopped to watch. Lindsey started cheering for a "Timmy" because well, why not. Obviously we knew no one on the team, but it was pretty funny to us when the team members started yelling for Timmy too and thought we were actually looking for him. Well, just watch this video of it and it will make more sense. We also filmed some prime people watching and our commentary of it while we were there. (It may be posted on the internet somewhere someday, but for now it was taking way too long to load so we gave up.) After we got tired of walking around the city it was pretty late so we headed back to Lou's and pretty much went straight to bed.

Saturday: SIX FLAGS! That's basically all that needs to be said. It was pretty hilarious when we almost lost our bags at the end of the day. Our ticket for our locker wouldn't open the locker so we had to get the park maintenance people to come open it, and when they did someone else's stuff was in there. We were like - um crap that's probably not good. So then we had to open all these different lockers until we finally found our bags. The park people were super nice about it so that was good. We were so happy to find our stuff that we seriously wanted to hug the cute old man that helped us find our things. But we didn't. Then we left and got Rita's (Italian ice) and headed home to get pizza and Ralph's (even better Italian Ice) and watch a lot of episodes of Arrested Development. (quite possibly my favorite show now) Then we met up with Dave and Bryan to head to their house to watch Hot Rod. Lindsey had never seen it, which appalled me considering it's probably the best movie ever made, so we had to watch it.

Sunday: We drove to Philly and wandered around most of the day looking at all the typical Philly sites. We also probably got Ralph's like 2 or 3 times. It's one of the best things that has ever happened to my life and I wish we had it on the west coast. When we got home we spent the rest of the night watching Arrested Development.

Monday: We went back to NYC and wandered around SoHo in the pouring rain. When we got hungry we went to Chocolate by the Bald Man, this incredible chocolate restaurant, and ate so much chocolate. We both wanted to just pass out, it was so good. We left feeling way too full, but it was totally worth it. Then we headed home to get Ralph's and watch Arrested Development. (see a pattern?)

Tuesday: We went to New Hope, PA and wandered around the shops looking at whatever. Then after we were there for about an hour the power went out and no one was letting people into their shops anymore. So we left to get more Ralph's. Then I headed to the airport and back to the west coast.

The trip was way too short and it was so incredible to hang out with Lindsey again!! I am seriously considering moving to the east coast sometime in the future. Maybe just for Ralph's, but no seriously I could live there, I'd love it.

Rip City

Going to sleep at 3am and waking up at 8am to run 14 miles (I'm marathon training again for the June race) before driving 3 hours to Portland is probably not the smartest thing to do. I, as well as my passengers, were pretty nervous of me falling asleep at the wheel. But thanks to some Mountain Dew and Dr. Pepper we arrived safely at Rose Garden in time to spend an hour in the Blazers fan store before the game started.

Mitch, Xander and I had decked ourselves out in Sonics gear to show our rebellion towards the Blazers opponent: OKC Thunder. Most people understood the message we were sending and would walk up to us and say a quick "Sorry they moved" or "They should have stayed" throughout the game. We were not alone in our rebellion, we saw plenty of people in Sonics jerseys and t-shirts all over the arena. Before the game started we noticed a couple 20 something yr old guys sitting maybe 5 rows back from the court so we headed down there to become friends with them and see if they wanted to trade seats. It turns out the seats weren't theirs either. So no go on the seat swap, but we did become friends with them. They were super drunk and kind of annoying though.

We were pretty excited when the Blazers won and the boys went to buy Roy jerseys before it was time to get back on the road and head home. At this point I was pretty tired and really was not excited about driving for 3 more hours, but the boys were helpful in keeping me awake. Xands and Mindge had a great time pointing out how every sign for food coming up at the next exit had Taco Bell, Subway, and McDonald's (or McDank's like Mitch likes to say) on it. They were just baffled that all three of them were at every exit that had food. I know it's fascinating right? Also blasting Third Eye Blind and The Beatles helped aid in the safety of our drive home. It was a glorious night for sure. I also may have developed a huge crush on Fernandez (Don't worry Deron, no one can replace you. No one) And I wish Roy wasn't injured and had played. He's a Husky so we were all pretty yoked to see him play, then he hurt his knee or something dumb and shattered a portion of our dream for the evening. Even so, it was an incredible night.

America Jr.

I had a couple days off in a row, which hasn't happened in quite a while, so I took full advantage. Also one of those days was my birthday, so I figured I should do something worthwhile. I had plenty and I mean plenty of things that I needed to get done and those days off would definitely have been the perfect time to get those things done, but instead I decided to stress myself out and lose sleep to get those things done before Sarah and I left for our quick Canadian adventure.

Vancouver is only three and half hours away and I've never been to that part of Canada before so we thought it'd be a great cheap place to go. We spent most of the time there walking around and filming really pointless explanations of things we knew nothing about. (I would post them here, but they were taking a long time to load. So, if you are in dire need of seeing me on film talking about nothing that matters to anyone, you better hope you're my facebook friend). We went to some incredible restaurants and had the best Malaysian fish there is known to man. Then I decided - that's it, I'm going to Malaysia. I need to eat this on a regular basis. Or I guess I could just learn how to make it myself, but somehow I don't think it would be the same. We also had some French crepes that were worthy of throwing up and re-eating as well. (it makes sense, stop it) The hostel we stayed at was small and cheap, like normal. Except this one had an entire flock of birds nesting in the room with us. Well, I guess they were outside the window, but it sounded as if they were on the pillow squawking right in my ear all night. I slept well.

I was ecstatic that they had an HMV and I spent a fair amount of time perusing the CD's. I was upstairs looking for the newer Jape album and also Coconut Records when Sarah came up with an expression of horror on her face and exclaimed that she had just seen a penis. WHAT WHY!!! Apparently some homeless guy on the street didn't care that the entire walls of HMV are made of glass and chose to face the store and all of its customers and relieve himself. I'm glad I missed the show.

The new Vancouver temple also just got finished being built so we went and saw it. We were two days early for the open house so we unfortunately didn't get to go inside, but it was beautiful.

This Decadent Misuse

I don't necessarily think it's healthy or normal for a person to know how they want to die, and I don't really think a person should spend a lot of time, if any, thinking about that. That being said, I know exactly how I want to die. I've had this idea for many years now, but it was brought to my attention again the other night as I was eating some incredible chocolate peanut butter cup ice cream with Sarah. As I took a bite an orgasm of flavor exploded inside of my mouth and caused me to relate my glorious idea to her. She started laughing pretty hard and told me that I needed to write a blog about it. Since I do any and everything other people tell me to do, here it is. I love peanut butter so much, and I eat it by the spoonful. I probably have a spoonful every single morning with some banana as I'm waiting for my oats to cook. MMM yeah so good. And I love chocolate even more than that. My life would suck without them in it. Mix them together and I can't even describe the joy that I feel when that taste touches my tongue. I probably like it better than ketchup. Although, I can't smother all my foods in peanut butter and chocolate. Well, I guess I could, they just wouldn't bet edible. Oh but I could smother everything in peanut butter and ketchup! You know what that equals- peanut sauce.(missing brown sugar and some other stuff) You know what peanut sauce is used for- Thai food. You know what is one of my top favorite types of food-Thai food. (It's an ongoing battle between Indian and Thai always won by whichever one I happen to be eating at the moment. Oh crap, Mexican is incredible too. I love food) Nice. So basically, I want to die drowning in a vat of melted peanut butter and chocolate. Just imagine eating yourself sick while swimming in the heavenly mixture, passing out then succumbing to the ultimate death by chocolate...and peanut butter. MMM. Delicious. If at all possible I would like to make this happen. Not sure how, but if any of you reading this are around when I die (since we know when that will be!?) if you could aid in this happening that'd be great thanks.

So what the crap do you do when your "wife" gets engaged? Well, I guess it means I have to get a divorce, well a Facebook divorce. This blows. Because, you know, whatever Facebook says is super important to me...? But I guess I'm happy for her. OK I'm extremely happy for her. JANIE'S ENGAGED!!!!! She called me sometime after midnight a couple nights ago right after it happened and I couldn't be more excited for her! Although, I totally hate Quinston and his crap band. He's probably the worst guitar player I've ever heard, and seriously who plays the accordion?! Well, he does and he totally sucks at it. I was not happy when he asked me to divorce Janie so he could marry her. Ugh whatever. NUGGETS BLOW! Anyway I get to be the maid of honor! Rad. Considering we have been best friends since 13, I think it's only fitting that I am. What does a maid of honor even do? I HAVE to live with my Janie one more time before she gets married, and help her plan the wedding/throw her bridal showers or whatever. I think those are some of my duties as a maid of honor, right? Yah I'm pretty sure they are. It's going to be somewhat hard to do that from WA. Oh no, it looks like it just might be a UT summer (possibly longer) for me this year. Ugh life decisions, you are not my friend.

I Am Heaven Sent. Don't You Dare Forget

So, it's commonly known that I eat cereal for 2 0f the 3 meals basically every single day, but I do freaking love cooking. I just have a hard time cooking for myself. I love cooking for other people, it's a lot more fun. Plus I crave cereal all the time, and when I'm not eating it I want to be. So why deprive myself? I think I'm a pretty good cook. I mean I think it tastes good and that's really all that matters, right? I mean seriously have you ever had my Thai coconut curry soup? It's incredible. Remember when I made it for you guys Kelly? Ya amazing. And I personally think I make pho pretty much the same, if not better, than most places I've been. I mean I can obviously improve, but I'm pretty good. (not to be full of myself) Is it wrong that when I'm old and married and dumb that I totally want to be that wife that has dinner on the table every night when her husband gets home from work? And that I totally love cleaning and organizing? I submit that it is not. And I personally want to give a big sarcastic "Thanks a lot" to Susan B. Anthony and friends for starting the women's rights movement. What a joke. I know my place.

Song of the day: B.o.B. & Bruno Mars "Nothin On You" I hear a lot of rap/hip hop these days because Mitch just freakin loves it. I'm not into that much rap, though early 90's stuff is rad, but I heard this song and I freakin love it!! Plus it has the best line I have ever heard in a rap song: "You the whole package plus you pay your taxes" hilarious.

This week I have been forced to think about something that I haven't thought this intensely about in a long time. I have a paper to write for class, that's why I have to. Not that I don't think about it quite possibly everyday, but just not as in depth as this paper is forcing me to. It kind of gives me an interesting/sad feeling to have to do so, especially when I realized that today would have been her 23rd birthday if she were still alive. I'm reminded all to well of the worst phone call I have ever received in my life followed by me having to call each of our friends and repeat the news over and over again, wishing every time I said it that somehow it wasn't true and someone was just making a joke. The worst possible joke you could ever play on another human being. Then the rush of calls asking if it was really true, had Chelsea really died? Then the days of listening to "All That I've Got" and "One Sweet Day" more than any person should while crying myself to sleep and/or not sleeping. I could go on and tell about how messed up I was for like a year or so after this, but I'm not the type of person to focus on negative parts of life and this is not meant to be a depressing blog. Plus I have to describe those emotions enough in my paper and don't want to remember them much more than that. Needless to say, losing the best friend I ever had to a car accident was the hardest thing I've ever gone through and it completely sucked.

But, since I did realize it's her birthday today I wanted to relive some of the memories. If you knew her or were there, you should appreciate these, and if you didn't know her you still should. She was awesome.

I can't even tell you how many times we would laugh and laugh about the stupidest things. And her laugh, it was so hilarious! Just hearing her laugh always made me laugh so hard. On a lot of different occasions I remember laughing so hard to the point that I literally fell over and laid on the ground laughing. In my kitchen; in the front of OHS by the benches; in my front lawn one time; basically wherever. Oh good times. I could describe certain instances of why the laughter occurred but it probably wouldn't make sense to you. Also they aren't really that funny, they just made us laugh at the time for some reason.

We used to skip class all the time, once we had cars, in high school. Chelsea and I would usually get Starbucks and drive around or meet up with our drop out friends and do well, nothing. A lot of times we would just go back to my house and hang out in my mom's room (that's where the computer was) and listen to music and watch Homestar Runner or salad fingers and laugh. Some of my favorite high school memories for sure. We also were t.a.'s for the welding class our senior year and that was just hilarious. We would basically come in, correct a few papers, leave to go to smith's and get peanut butter m&m's (by far favorite candy), come back and flirt with boys til the bell rang.

After coming home from school Michelle, Marie, Chelsea and I used to sit in my front living room or around the kitchen table for hours talking about pointless things. We were all pretty obsessed with the Used at this point in our lives so the conversation usually ended up being about those boys and how much we loved whatever particular member we decided was going to be our boyfriend.

Chelsea was always the person that I would go to shows with. I still have yet to find someone that will go to shows with me as much as she did. We were at Starry Night and Muse or other venues (Reality Broken, Jam Shed....anyone?) almost every weekend, especially if Elliott's Assassin was playing. Oh Neil, good times. Miss the band. We also really loved Broke and went to all their shows that weren't 21 and older.

We spent so much time driving around and listening to music while dancing like idiots in the car. I remember one time Michelle, Chelsea and I were all driving to In the Venue to see the Used and we listened to Backstreet Boys and laughed and acted stupid the whole drive. She was always the one who drove, which is funny because she always got into car accidents. She only drove for 2 years of her life, but she went through 4 cars!! She crashed all of them. When she was late for school we used to joke that it was because she must have gotten into an accident. A lot of the times we were right too. It was funny.

There are so many other memories and hilarious stories, but they are better told in person. I miss all the good times we had in that group of best friends in high school, and I'm glad we basically all are still really good friends. Probably because we're rad. I can't believe that this November it will be 5 years since she passed away. I still wonder sometimes how I got through that and never got into drugs or drinking or something. Actually, it's one of the main reasons I ultimately started going to church again after not caring for so long. Weird, but truly everything happens for a reason and good comes from every situation. That's all for my serious side tonight. Good night and happy birthday Chelsea!

If You Don't Know, Now You Know

I was talking this evening with some guy about things and we started talking about music. He was curious who my top 10 favorite bands are. Wow, um give me an hour and I will get back to you after I sort this out. This has always been a difficult question for me to answer because I just don't want to leave anybody out. There is so much music that I love, I just don't know how to sum it up to 10 favorite bands. So we (he) decided that a list of top 10 albums is a better question. That's probably harder, but thanks for the effort..? Anyway, it caused me to really think about it, and I decided I want to have this list ready in my mind for the next person that asks me, so I can throw it down like I totally know what's going on at all times.

As most people know about me, or can figure out from these ever so insightful blog posts of mine, getting a new album is quite the event for me. A new album to me is like a new crush. I buy it and listen to it - first date. Continue out my day and see if I feel the strong urge to listen to it again. If so, I listen to it through again- 2nd date. Then if I still feel like I need to hear it more, well I do. I listen to it more, and for a few days or weeks I can't stop listening to it. And when I'm listening to something else I get sad because I just want to be listening to it. I think about the songs all day and can't wait to get back in La Toya, or Henry (back in the day...tear. many a story in that car), to drive and listen to it. Then after some time it fades and then another new album comes along and the adventure begins again. There are some (a lot) that have gone through this stage with me, but have lasted for quite some time and even come back around quite frequently in the player. These ones made it past the crush phase and full on into the stage of everlasting love. Very similar pattern to that of the dating world. Except I don't necessarily fall in love with a lot of different guys. And neither should you. As a matter of fact, I probably have had more crushes on CD's than I have had on guys in my life. It takes kind of a lot for me to have a crush on a guy (you've got to be pretty freakin rad to make that short list) and it doesn't really take a whole lot for me to have a crush on or love an album. Just some good music is all I need.

So I've compiled the list and here it is. It's always subject to change though...Oh and I made the decision to exclude Mariah from this list because she is in a whole class of her own in my mind and she deserves her own top 10 album list. That would just be a whole other blog....

10. Phoenix Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix

9. Placebo Black Market Music

8. Cold War Kids Robbers and Cowards

7. Incubus Morning View

6. Nirvana In Utero

5. Interpol Turn on the Bright Lights

4. Third Eye Blind Third Eye Blind

3. Brand New Deja Entendu

2. The Bealtes Abbey Road (sorry for the small pic, all the others were huge)

and number one goes to.......

Kings of Leon Youth and Young Manhood

It's probably because the weather is already starting to get nice here in Seattle and I can already feel summer in the air that this is my number one album right now. It is definitely my favorite to go running outside to. This song was my summer theme last year. And this one I can already tell is going to be this summer's theme, I cannot get enough of it. The whole album makes me want to be in the sun and have campfires and canoe and dance like an idiot and just makes me so freakin happy! I love it.

'I'd Give My All To Have Just One More Night With You"

After a few stressful days of working, doing tons of homework and not really sleeping, I was on my late night flight to Texas. I met Marie, her husband Paul and their 18m old Chanel when I landed in Austin at about 10AM Thursday morning. We headed back to their apartment to relax for about an hour then it was off to take Chanel to the grandparents and head out on our 3 1/2 hour drive to Dallas. When we got to Dallas we quickly got a hotel room, made a wal-mart run and then Marie and I were off to fulfill a dream of ours we had been chasing since those days in the halls of Orem High School. We were seeing MARIAH CAREY in concert!!!! I can still remember when we first knew we would be great friends. We were walking down the halls in between classes and Marie started singing a Mariah song and I asked if she was a Mariah fan and she said yes and wondered if I was too. Of course I said yes, and then we both proceeded to freak out and talk about how much we loved her and make a vow that if we ever see her in concert we HAVE to do it together and we will do anything to make it happen. Well somehow we made it happen!!! Probably because we are amazing and so is Mariah. Anyway we drove over to the Nokia theatre, changed in the car and headed inside to stand in the merch line for like an hour. At least there was a crazy girl in line that was super faded to watch yell and be obnoxious. (already? really, the show hasn't even started and you're already drunk?! um OK, settle down.) We finally got our tee shirts and then headed to find our seats. It was awhile before anything happened on stage. Then when it did it was some trio of R 'n B singing guys that were half way decent, but lost all respect from me when the middle one ripped his shirt off for no reason halfway through the set. Cool, I don't really care that you have super ripped abs, don't freakin rip your shirt off during a slow song, you're not Usher. (It's semi acceptable when he does it. I have to admit, I really love Usher, his older music mostly. And it kind of made me happy to see him perform at the All Star game, though those songs blew) After they got off stage it was literally like two hour until Mariah came on. It was fine though, we had quite the entertainment by the pimp and three ho's a few rows ahead of us. Seriously, there was an old man of about 60 ish with three 19 year old girls, one of them was all over him most of the time, and Marie and I as well as all the row behind us and the rest of our row could not stop watching this disgusting scene. At one point we even saw the dude give each of the girls a white pill. WTF cool, let's take ecstasy at the MC concert, are you kidding me?! It was weird. We all kept commenting about the situation to each other throughout the show. Most of us saying - seriously, did that just happen?; gross, He's not even a good looking old guy!; I'm gonna throw up - and a lot of other things. The one girl was completely cracked out and I was just waiting for her to fall over or something. After the longest waiting at a concert I have ever experienced and more Michael Jackson music than I was planning on hearing that day, (I love MJ and have most of his albums, but when I'm waiting for MARIAH!! I'm sorry I'm going to get sick of him) Mariah came out and saved the day. She performed so incredibly well and every second was amazing! I know I am biased because I am unhealthily in love with her, but she really has the best voice I have ever heard in my life and it is exactly the same live as it is on her Cd's. She played a lot of good songs, but I was a little saddened that she didn't play more of her 90's stuff. Her best music is form 1990-1997. She did play "My All", "Always Be My Baby" and "We Belong Together" which are some of my very favorites though. After the show Marie and I left elated and couldn't even believe that we just made our 16 year old dreams come true. OK I've been wanting to see her live since I was 8, but Marie and I made our vow when we met at 16. The next morning we woke up and drove back to Austin in time for Marie's doctors appointment which took forever. She's pregnant again and had to do check up and test stuff, I don't really know, I just sat in the lobby studying my sociology textbook. When that was finished we headed to the airport and I was headed home. I got back to Seattle at about midnight and went to bed so I could wake up and finish writing my paper before I had to go to work. Yes, Kelly, the paper I was worrying about while I was visiting you guys in UT.

Judge me all you want, I truly don't give a crap at all. I SAW MARIAH CAREY IN CONCERT!!!!! and it just might have been the best day of my entire life. I can't see how anything could top it, even my wedding day is probably going to take a backseat to this. Unless she sings at the wedding.

I'm sitting on my bed writing an 8 page paper about American culture and my little brother just walked in and goes " Hey Mallor, what are you doing?" So I told him and he told me to ask him for help with it. So I asked him what he thought American culture was. He replied with "Jews" then literally waved said see ya and shut my door and left. If you have never had the pleasure of meeting little Mitchell, you should make it a life goal to do so. If you think I am in any way any type of funny (which of course you do because, please, I am hilarious), this kid is like 100 times that.

While we were driving back from the Jack's Mannequin and Fun concert in Seattle, which was incredible, Sara and I were discussing celebrity crushes (mostly her huge one on the singer of Fun, Nate) and it turns out she shares a pretty big one with me. I was a little shocked to find this out because not a lot of people share these feelings with me. I know Kelly H. does and we discussed it just the other week while I was in Utah actually, but I was not expecting to hear the same two names come out of Sara's mouth when she said she has a crush on a celebrity that she thought I might think is weird because a lot of people think he is disgusting. But in fact, I do not find him disgusting, I am actually incredibly attracted to him for some unknown reason. Well, I guess I do know some of the reasons. Mostly because I love his sense of humor. Truly all you need in a man. Oh and he has scruff most of the time- very important to me. I've never been one for clean cut guys. Although his hair can get a little ridiculous at times he can pull it off. He's kind of the updated version of my high school crush on Bert McCracken of the Used. (Yah I had a crush on him, so what) Also apparently he is engaged to Katy Perry or something. And it just so happens I have a big girl crush on her. Anyway it's Russell Brand

Windshield Wipers Waving for an Audience of One

If I had things my way math would not be a part of this world. I'm pretty sure I had the day off of work today and I'm pretty sure I spent 8 hours catching up on my math after I went running. Seriously, is it really useful to be able to do this trash?! I'm pretty sure beyond basic adding and subtraction and well figuring out how much commission I get on stuff I sell at work, I don't use it. If I didn't work 40 hours a week and also go to school full time and didn't need this day off like you don't even know, I can assure I would not have sat in my room all day on the computer doing homework. (I would have at least been looking at better things on the Internet.) I took one break to get some groceries and while I was driving listening to Rubber Soul I was incredibly tempted to just keep driving forever. Why is nothing better than driving alone listening to good music with no distraction of passengers? I could have made it to Canada in like 3 hours. I should have done it.

So my little brother and I were hanging out watching t.v. and messing around on McArthur (my laptop) earlier and he goes, "Hey Mallor, I'm just gonna type in supersonics.com and see what happens." And yes, I purposely left out the y on my name. He always calls me Mallor pronounced well, pretty much how it looks, but maybe spelling it Mu-llor makes it easier to understand. Whatever, anyway I replied with something to the effect of "Ok do it, but if it redirects you immediately to anything that has to do with the Thunder, I will kill everyone." You can give it a try for yourself and see what happens or wake up tomorrow and have no idea why no one is alive anymore. Well, I guess with those circumstances you wouldn't be alive anymore either... It's not new news that I am very unpleased with the whole situation of the Sonics leaving and turning into the Thunder about 2 years ago (I know, I know I should get over it, but I won't until the day I can go to the Key Arena and watch something other than Seattle University games. Preferably NBA games, thanks) but I have never really tried going to their website for clearly a long time, so I am newly pissed again. That is all.

While I was typing this Mitch (my little brother) said "Hey Mallor I bathed the other day. It was weird." - my family is hilarious.