Research papers are spiders.

At this very moment I should be writing a research paper. But I'm not. Want to know why? Because I hate writing research papers. I feel like it drains all the joy out of my soul. Which is weird because I actually like writing basically every other type of anything. Here are a few reasons why I feel that research papers are joy leeches.
1. Research papers are BORING. Every teacher or professor will try to convince you otherwise, but let me tell ya, they are wrong. I have never once read a research paper and thought "wow that was so interesting because of all the citations and formattingand lack of personality. I just love how professional it was." That has never ever once happened. I would much rather just have someone write a narrative about why there should be fluoride in Utah's water. Or a poem about childhood obesity. Or a fairytale  about global warming? Really it would be so much more interesting.
2. They take forever! And honestly the only person who is ever going to read the paper I spent hours on is my professors. Which seems like a bit of waste of time to me. Just think of all the things I could be doing with that time. ( walking my needy dog, making quilts for children in Africa, eating delicious corndogs, painting with all the colors or the wind! THE LIST GOES ON AND ON.) But really, I have the hardest time motivating myself to write these demonic papers. Especially when they're ten to fifteen pages and when footlong corndogs only cost two fifty. ( Anyone up for a corndog run?)
3. MLA or APA or whatever format. Really, I feel that it is completely unnecessary for there to be so many dumb rules. Seriously, Why do I have to have a header? My name is on the top! Also, really do we need to make rules about hanging indents? It just seems like these formatting rules are kinda unnecessary. All I really care about is the actual writing and information itself.
Anyway, there's my rant about research papers. If I'm being totally honest I realize that they do have their their necessary place in the ecosystem of literature. But, in all honesty they're kinda the animal in the ecosystem that no one likes. They are the spider in the ecosystem of Literature. No one likes spiders.

I love Audrey Hepburn and Kermit

1. "I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles." -Audrey Hepburn.

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I love this.

Squirrel Eulogy

Disclaimer: If you are faint of heart, or have especially loving feeling toward squirrels DO NOT READ THIS!

Today as I went on a leisurely bike ride up Provo canyon, I didn't realize that my trusty Mr. Schwinn would become an instrument of murder.
As Francis [the squirrel] awoke this morning he may have realized today was the day he was going to commit suicide; perhaps he had been planning his death for weeks now. Maybe he wanted to die because he had no squirrel friends, and all the other squirrels made fun of him.
 In my opinion, Francis would never do such a thing. He seemed like a happy squirrel. In my time with him I came to realize that he was a good squirrel. Most likely when Francis awoke on the morning of his doom, he simply thought he would go for a morning jaunt, but alas, he didn't know that my old M. Schwinn would end his life in a most gruesome way. Unfortunately it did.Unfortunately the squirrel's death may have scarred several young children watching, or listening for that matter. Because as I was biking down that canyon on that Schwinn of mine, I had no options, and Francis collided with my front tire. I cried out in agony as I heard the crunch and realized that Mr. Schwinn had become a murderer and I his accomplice. We  turned the bike path into rodent homicide crime scene.
Mr. Schwinn and I have committed a murder. A squirrel murder. So, I thought it appropriate that I write a eulogy for Francis. I know that it's not common practice for a murderer to do such a thing, and I realize I've never written a Eulogy before ( although I did just google how to write a Eulogy.) but it just seems right. After all, squirrels don't know how to write or talk.  So here it goes:
Dear Francis,
You were a very fluffy squirrel, you always seemed to have a spring in your step and a nut in your cheeks. You were adored by many of your squirrel friends to be sure and I'm sure you made their lives better in a multitude of way. Have fun in squirrel heaven. You will be dearly missed on the Provo River Trail. You will live on forever in the nightmares of those children bystanders.
Love,
Steph and Mr. Schwinn

gotta love spring break

Tiger face

Monkey face

Angel face

She is so cute.

Sarah and I like to take pictures.

I Love This Song

So, I just figured out how to post videos. Or Chrissy did, whatever it doesn't matter, now I know.