Alexander Skarsgard

is love.  He is so beautiful, its ridiculous.  I recently decided if I'm ever having a sad bit I'll just reflect on the attractiveness of Alexander Skarsgard and then everything will be okay.  It works!

I went to the art museum on campus today for a choice event for my ridiculous creative arts class.  I loved it!  I was not aware the campus facility was going to have that neat of an art collection.  There was such a huge variety of art, just all kinds.  I don't even know if I could pick a favorite, but it was probably one of the massive canvases that I wanted to steal and take home with me.  Maybe more on them later.

I wish I could paint.  I think I'll take a class one day, maybe when I'm old and frail and have nothing better to do.  Hopefully I don't get arthritis in my fingers to prevent my plan from taking hold.

It is fall, and I love it.  I will just walk through all the piles of leaves and kick them everywhere, and smell the air because it smells crisp and leafy and its cold but not freezing, so its just fun outside except for when it rains on my head or winds through my clothing.
I can't seem to find my gray wool sweater!  This is a problem.

"How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!"

Oh John Green, you giant genius, you.  Please come to Utah so I may bask in your intellectual glory and thank you for your profound hilarity.
I'm re-reading Looking for Alaska and I just forget how much I adore it.  Except I just dipped into the "after" section and now I'm paused to soak it all in.  Meanwhile I'm supposed to be reading my mass media textbook and I'm in the middle (well the middle of the beginning) of The Picture of Dorian Gray, for the first time, and its quite interesting.  I'm worthless once a book sucks me in, completely worthless.

The internet sometimes overwhelms me a lot.  Like I fell out of watching my youtube subscriptions but since I'm reading John Green once more I thought I'd peep his latest video, and then there are all these vlogbrothers videos that I'm completely out of the loop on, and then all these blog posts on sparksflyup that I'm hopelessly out of touch with, and then I just feel overwhelmed and just hope that one day I can be grownup and know who I am soundly and have my blog or book or story that all these people keep up with.
I don't know, mostly I just hope I can write a book one day that is as incredible as Looking for Alaska or Paper Towns or even a tiny bit close.  Scary intimidating thoughts.
/giant run-on sentence

John Green is working on new stuff, which I'm extra excited about, and in April a book he wrote with David Levithian (sp?) is coming out and I'm feeling like "woowob)Oo" or close to that.

I ate too much garlic bread, blech.
Sarah is in San Fran and I wish I was theeeerrreeeeee

oh, I changed my wallpaper:

I am extra pleased about this.