We've all been nuqued!

I have neither a witty anecdote nor good reason for using this word in a sentence.  To be honest, I've never given it much thought in my whole life and I didn't know this thing had a name.

nuque

\ nook \  , noun;

1. the back of the neck.

 

I did, however manage to use it in the most pathetic way possible.  I messaged Ashley on Skype.  The sentence went like this: "Hey, I would just like to say that when it's hot out, your nuque gets very sweaty."

 

To which she replied, "What?"  And I said, "the nuque is the back of the neck."

 

She then stated the obvious: "wotd?"

 

Yup.

 

But now you know, now you ALL know what to call the back of the neck! 

Google Doodle

Sometimes when you've been on the Internet for a while, you make friends from a variety of places.

Sometimes your Internet friends get together on Google hangout and doodle for hours.

Tonight is one of those nights.

Time is no mainour

mainour

\ MEY-ner \  , noun;

1. a stolen article found on the person of or near the thief:  to be taken with the mainour.

 

Not very regrettably, I didn't have anything like this happen to me today.  Or ever, for that matter.  I don't think I've ever had anything stolen from me except precious time, but only because COM101 is a requirement.  

 

But is time really a mainour?  It's nothing that can be recovered or returned like a stolen laptop.  It can't be found like a piece of jewelery.  Time is not something that can be uncovered after it has been purloined.  That is really tragic.  

Art Wednesdays

Maybe it'll be a thing. Maybe not. Let's try it out.

You're probably sick of seeing this picture over and over again. Trust me, I wanted it to be done too. And it finally is finished as of today!!!

To be honest I'm actually quite proud of this picture for several reasons...

1. It's something I created out of my mind. Not a copy of anything else. The idea came; then I found picture references of fire and a woman posing as if she was blowing a kiss to create the painting.
2. Heck. I haven't completed a piece of art since my AP Art portfolio was due May 2012!
3. It's probably one of the better pieces I've done in a long time... something that took thought and time and energy.

Anyways, I can't wait for the final touches to dry so I can sign my name and date in the bottom right corner :D

Next up? Well it looks pretty crappy right now, but that's how they all start out right? Presenting the Dandy Lion!

I've only spent about 2 hours on this so far... Well less than that considering the undeniably long break I took to walk around the room and go on the Internet.

My text in lollapalooza

Today's word was one that I had actually heard before in my lifetime, and I was very glad to use it.

lollapalooza

\ lol-uh-puh-LOO-zuh \  , noun;

1. an extraordinary or unusual thing, person, or event; an exceptional example or instance.

 

Don't tell me you're reading that word and not smiling.  I used it today while texting BFF in California.  

 

It started off with me lackadaisically scrolling through my Facebook feed, until something in particular caught my eye.  I subscribe to a page called "Syracuse University Compliments", in which people write compliments about other people to this Facebook page, and then they post it.  Well, I happened to see a name that is very familiar to me, a name that I remember from high school, and a name that goes to my current school's bitter rival.  I'm not going to mention any names, so let's just call him Blevin Ho.  

 

I was surprised to see Blevin's name (even though I knew immediately that it was not him for the aforementioned reason), and even more surprised to see it coupled with the words "kind" and "giving".  Not that this guy, Blevin, is a bad guy.  To be honest, I've never even had a face-to-face conversation with him, but he went out with someone that I greatly admired in high school, and lets just say I'm on her team.

 

Anyway, I decided to text BFF about the funny confusion, and she thought it was funny as well (she too is on his ex's side).  I then got to talking about how I couldn't wait for the Georgetown game, and how even though I really had nothing against the school, I can't wait to bash it like hell on Facebook and Twitter come February 23rd.  I said, "I'm glad I won't have to feel remorseful when I rip on his school.  I'll be in lollapalooza."

 

And really, I will.  Even though, like I said, I really have nothing against this guy or his school, I just have this chromosome in my body that's prone to school spirit in a BIG way, and I really have no choice but to think ill of anyone/anything that rivals my school.  So, as a preface to what that Saturday is going to be like, "GO HOME GEORGETOWN!  IT'S 11:36 AND GEORGETOWN STILL SUCKS!"

 

That felt good. 

Jumbled Essay Thoughts

Some days life seems dandy and you know exactly what you want and where you want to go.
Other days can only be represented by a scribble.

Today is a scribble day.

As the years go by, I find it more and more difficult to focus on whatever it is I need to get done. Nowadays, there are too many distractions-- friends, the internet, life passing by my window... It's hard to just let things go by without wanting a taste of it all.

More and more often I find my thoughts jumbled up in a giant scribble, and to some extent it really does help to jot all of it down. Only when I "word vomit" can I truly organize my ideas and edit them to become sound and valid... Which brings me to my 4 page sociology paper I need to write tonight.

This scribble? Yeah. Those are my thoughts for my essay. Disorganized. Confusing. Heck I don't even know what I'm going to argue really until I write it down. So in my effort to stop procrastinating... Here's some advice for myself:

1. Stop complaining and just do it. I'd say 90% of the pain and anxiety is thinking about what is to come rather than the action of doing it itself.
2. Don't be afraid of a blank piece of paper. Just start filling it up with words. Good thoughts, bad thoughts? It doesn't even matter. Point is, get your ideas down first, and then organize them. Don't overestimate your ability to write a clear and concise essay without revising.
3. Breaks MUST BE CONTROLLED AT ALL COST. I know myself. I know breaks are good. I know my lack of self control makes my over-indulged relaxation bad.

Let's get to work.

A wee kinchin

kinchin

\ kin-chin \  , noun;

1. a child.

 

Sorry, I don't have much for today!  All I can offer up is this adorable footage of this wee kinchin, whose father was awarded the Medal of Honor today!

 

 http://news.yahoo.com/blogs/ticket/obama-award-medal-honor-afghanistan-war-hero-clinton-184314825--politics.html