Not *Cloakatively So!

Why hello friends. I was admitting to a friend that I hadn't written on my blog as of late. Being the *artigrapher that I am, I decided I'd pick it up today :D.

Biggest change in my life, I now have a full time job. I'm about a week into it and to be quite honest my ethic has begun to *viliorate as of late. Today I made an egregious mistake and have been on edge since. It's scary, accountability. However, this job is good and everyone has their bad days. On a happier note, I discovered that the bike ride I take to get there every day is 4 miles long instead of the original 1 that I thought it was. So in total, I'm biking a good 8 miles a day! cool huh! It's made me a more avid *aquabib though, which thing I'd never thought to become since I kinda hate drinking water. However, I should have known something was up last week when my legs were so sore that I could barely walk. It felt like instead of biking someone had severely *colaphized my thighs! But now I'm stronger for it.

At work I get to answer phones. During down time I read books. I'm currently on a tween book fix cause my new roommate took me over to her sis's house and her sis bombarded me with a ton of books. Since I like this family, I decided to take her suggestion and I'm reading through them. One in particular about a girl, Mosca, with a seemingly *epalpebrate feature with an amazing writing style (called 'Fly by Night'). The author uses big words. Big words I've never seen! Half of which I didn't know the meaning! I love it when authors one-up my knowledge :) Another thing I'm reading, being the *sacricolist that I am, is the Old Testament. Besides the mass *krioboly and tendencies of the nations to *pessundate one another, I'm learning more about the gospel and reading the scriptures. However, the inspiration seems to come less easily. It's a hard read; and just to emphasize that fact is while I was reading in Job I thought the book was complimenting Job's friends cause their discourses seemed to have some pretty sound logic, but then the chapter headings said they were bad friends D: So don't worry, I'm working on my reading of these wonderful works.

So, I hope those updates satiate my readers desires. The last word for this post is *modernicide. It is the killing of modern people...but isn't it kinda hard to kill people from the past...haha. Explains why we don't use it anymore I suppose.

*vocab :D
aquabib:water-drinker
frutescent: having or approaching the habit or appearance of a shrub.
epalpebrate: lacking eyebrows
viliorate- to become less good.
colaphize: to beat or buffet
dromograph: instrument for measuring velocity of blood flow.
cloakatively: superficially
sacricolist: pious worshipper
modernicide:killing of modern people.
krioboly: sacrifice of many rams.
pessundate: to cast down or destroy.
artigrapher: writer or composer of a grammar; a grammarian.

Mon Oiel!

So I took this idea from a friend. She said she had to write an essay on her eyeball when she was younger. Now, this won't be an essay...but it will be reflections on what I think about my eyes.



I LOVE my eyes. If there's one thing about me that I'm vain about, it's them (so you'll have to excuse these next few moments of myself being a braggart). They are unlike anyone else's eyes in the family and I've only met a few others outside of my family who have a similitude of them. My mother has green eyes and my father blue and so in a way I see myself as being more of my father with splashes of my mother through them. When I wear green my eyes look green too! I remember arguing with a lady at the DMV about the color of my eyes. She was adamant that they were blue, but I ignored her and put what I wanted on the form. If I got to put what I wanted on the form, it would have read "Gerber Daisy" colored cause that's what I think they most look like. I've also thought of them as a sun shining forth from my iris in the middle of the blue ocean of a sky. Ah. Aren't they gorgeous!

That being said, sorry Holly, I don't think this 'essay' would have gotten a good grade. Teachers usually don't award vanity.