Yadda Yadda Dadda Doo

Anyone notice the connection between “Yabba-Dabba-Doo” and “Scooby-Doobie-Doo”? Besides the fact that Scooby probably did drugs, and the Doobie thing is a little too obvious. In case you can’t tell, I have a burning desire to blog, but not much to blog about. You can tell from opening sentences like that that this is going to be an awesome and focused post.

Tracie’s birthday is today! Huzzah! We have some cool stuff planned, but I’ll let her blog about it. Unless she takes too long. Then I’m totally gonna steal her thunder. Bwahahaha! What a great birthday present! Thunder stealing. I would post about how much I love her and how great she is, but I did that 9 or 10 posts ago, remember? But, to paraphrase: I love her so much and she is the greatest.

Still watching American Idol, (Austin! You are? I had no idea!!! Oh, stop it) here’s a quick sum up of the top 5: (nowhere near as comprehensive as Tracie’s definitive entry)

Jason Castro: If they voted on performances last night, Jason would be gone. But I think he has enough female fans to keep him in there, regardless of whether or not he deserves to be there and whether or not Paula Abdul hears this second song he sang before he sang it. (What the heck was THAT?!)
Brooke White: The most genuine person I think that has ever been on American Idol. But she doesn’t deserve to be there anymore. Sorry. She’s been mediocre to bad, her best lately has been just average.
Syesha Mercado: Probably going to be in the bottom 2 tonight with Brooke. (Mind you, I’m usually/nearly always wrong) She did fantastic last night, and I think she’s the most improved Idol this year, but she just doesn’t have as many fans as Jason, or a husband like Brooke’s that watches his wife on American Idol every night from the audience and votes for her nonstop. (I’m not criticizing. If it was Tracie, I’d do the exact same thing.)
David Cook: I don’t get it. I don’t know why everyone loves him so much. Something about him just annoys me and rubs me the wrong way. He’s a decent/good singer and a talented performer, I just don’t like him. Sorry.
David Archuleta: Unlike other people, I don’t think that little David can do no wrong. I just think he hasn’t done any wrong yet. (Besides forgetting a lyric or two) But David deserves to win more than anyone else, in my opinion. Every time he sings you’re hypnotized, the room goes quiet just so we can listen to that voice. David Archuleta for the win!

As Tracie pointed out in her last blog entry, I got the first season of Arrested Development for my birthday, mostly from a recommendation from Ammon. I wish I’d listened to him sooner, because I LOVE that show!!! I’m tempted (and probably will eventually succumb) to buy the other two seasons right away. Such a funny, genuine, ridiculous, hilarious, endearing, guilty pleasure, relatable, absurd, amazing show. Love it love it love it. Love it.

A quick recap on my birthday presents, from Alan & Kris’ gift card I bought Arrested Development Season 1, the Best of Triumph the Insult Comic Dog, Tommy Boy and Black Sheep two pack, and a new shirt. From my parents gift I paid bills (sorry mom & dad, but it was very helpful) I also bought a book on writing (Creating Stronger Characters), a book on the Brother’s Hildebrandt paintings of Lord of the Rings, a philosophy book on jokes and why they’re funny, and a few other things. I’ve enjoyed Tracie’s presents as well. We watched “the Game of Death” & a documentary on the special features of Enter the Dragon, I’ve worn the shirt she gave me several times and enjoyed every second wearing it, watched most of “the Incredibles,” searched for Waldo (mostly found him), and overall enjoyed my gifts. My grandparents gifts we’ve invested, so they’ll keep on giving, and with interest. ;)
I say this not to brag of my swag, but so the gift givers know what they gave me, and so I’ll remember, and so I have something to write.

I had a weird dream last night where I was married to some woman I hardly knew, I wanted to go back and be with Tracie, and I was wanted by the police for something I didn’t do (throw glow sticks at a college dormitory.) Well that didn’t take up much space. What good was that dream? Sheesh. There was also a Toblerone bar figured in the dream. It was important, but I have no idea why. But it was one of those dreams where I woke up and was so relieved and excited that I wasn’t married to a stranger, but my wonderful Tracie (birthday girl) and I wasn’t accused of glow stick projectile weaponry with intent to I don’t know, light up a dorm. Maybe I was wrapped too tightly in my blankets, because when I was on the run from the cops, I had to sneak through all these tight passages and whatnot, and when I got to my new American Civilization class starting this Saturday it was in this overflowing classroom at my old elementary school.

What else? I want to talk about Tracie’s birthday presents, but she hasn’t opened any yet (besides two seasons of Friends, we now have all seasons 1-9, probably gonna get 10 soon, I’m sure) so I better keep the word at mum. Suffice to say, I’m excited for her presents, even though they’re not that many as Christmas or as meaningful as what she got me (or such good surprises) I love her and can’t wait to give them all to her. Especially the new bowling ball with “Homer” written on it.

I’m starting my new semester this week, 2D Design on Thursday night at S.F.H.S. (Spanish Fork High School. I don’t know why I abbreviated if I’m just going to S.I.O. Spell it out. Dang! Did it again!) and American Civ at UVSC (almost UVU! Any day now….) on Saturday mornings. So I’ll probably have more to say on those once I actually start. Let us hope.

And I guess that’s about all I have to say about this and that. Glad to get that out of my system and get a bit of a blog fix. Until next time, and let us all hope I have more to talk about! (Or less, if you can’t stand it. Though I’m not sure why you’d read my blog if you couldn’t stand it. Unless you’re some kind of masochist. But then I’d think you’d want me to write more that you can’t stand even more. Sickos.)

Ok, I’m serious now. Thanks for reading, my blog thanks me for writing, and happy birthday Tracie!!!