Weekly Photo Challenge: Forward

During a voluntary cuddle session with our cat, Phoenix, my roommate and I decided to move forward with the idea of dressing her in the sweater that once belonged to my childhood teddy bear.

It’s a nice navy blue sweater with an American flag on. I’m so patriotic…Image

Needless to say, Phoenix wasn’t too fond of the idea and whined the whole time Hannah dressed her. We tried to explain that she would soon thank us for the warmth this sweater provides her, but it’s hard to explain something like that to a cat who, frankly, isn’t interested in anything you have to say.



If looks could kill…I’m almost 96% sure Hannah and I would both have been dead. We decided to take the rather humorously dressed cat and place her on the ground, just to see what she would do. It turns out it’s almost impossible for a cat to move forward in a sweater. She was in a permanent cat squat, so to say.Image From her personality I thought she was going to go close to bat-shit crazy and starting jotting to every corner in the room as if she was terribly frightened. That, however, is not the response we got. Instead of moving forward Phoenix just…laid down as if to say,

“Oh, a sweater! I can’t move onward!”

This would, of course, be accompanied by the back of her palm hitting her forehead for dramatic effects. That is…if she was human.


After a while she did end up getting up and exploring the house again. Although she was more timid about climbing on stuff (by no means is that a complaint) she was still exploring. I think she even ended up enjoying her sweater. She even went as far as giving my teddy bear a hug to thank him for his generous sweater donation.



Quote On Drugs

My friend, Brandyn (also doubles as my roommate, Hannah’s, boyfriend at times) is a very knowledgeable young man. I would trust that he would have an answer for probably 97% of the questions that could possibly pop into my head. I’m talkin’, sits down and reads a whole book in a day and spends hours looking up studies to prove (or disprove) any “fact”. It’s rather nice for me because I don’t have to do any of the actual work and I still get to hear about all the details.

He came over tonight for a minute and sat down with my friend Sophie and I. Sophie was discussion the legalization of marijuana and how she thinks so many people are going to write their persuasive speech on that in her writing class. Brandyn suggested taking it to the next level and she should write about the legalization of all drugs.

This led into a big discussion about whether or not we all personally feel all drugs should be legalized. Sophie and I mentioned certain opinions and backed it with personal morals and possible situations that could occur to sway our judgement on the topic. Brandyn, not surprisingly, had done some research on the topic.

He informed us about some studies and research done in numerous countries that have legalized but regulated drugs. In a nutshell, the results to all of the studies were that the number of drug users and the amount of people in jail were both significantly lowered in the countries that regulated drugs. He mentioned other things like the amount of people with HIV declining due to sterilized needles and proper dosages of whatever drug they were dealing with.

In the midst of this informative dialogue, Brandyn said something about weed being referred to as a gateway drug that made me laugh and I think it is a hilarious use of a metaphor. He said that referring to weed as a gateway drug is,

“…like saying milk is the gateway drink to alcohol.”

Now, it clearly shows you his stand on marijuana, but his opinion aside, it’s a hilarious image to think about. I picture a comic with a kid chugging a bottle of milk, the next a bottle of pop, the next a 40oz beer. Rather goofy, to me.

A Word A Week Challenge: Industrial


I’m not going to lie and say I took this picture, but it was taken on my camera so I feel like that counts for something..

My friend, B took this picture while galavanting around the town one day while I was at work, or class, or..something.

She’s constantly talking about how she wants to climb a fire escape and sit on some random roof but I’m always too chicken shit (what can I say? I try to avoid any situation where the police can be involved at all cost). I know she was thinking,

“Wow. I really want to climb up there right now…”

as she snapped this shot. I don’t think it’s the best example of “industrial” but I think it throws of your perspective for a moment and I love when you have to look over something a time or two before really understanding it.