Posterized

New addition to the blog: I've added a music player at the bottom so you can be pummeled with some tunes i listen to on a quasi-regular basis. I stole this idea from my roommates Mat and Summers' blogs (they both have one, so i figured what the heck). Sure, it's just a gimmick, and if it were me, it'd tick me off because i have a really hard time reading when music is playing. but whatever. The site i used, playlist.com, is (put nicely) a steaming piece of crap. I built the blog playlist this afternoon, and the site only offers tracks that are popular. I couldn't find any of my deep cut john mayer, steely dan, ludo, or nickel creek tracks, and THEY DIDN"T EVEN HAVE CHRIS THILE'S MUSIC ON THE SITE. yeah, it made me just a little bit angry. ideally, i'd like you to be assaulted by Thile's blistering mando licks the minute you open this page, but to no avail. the internet is so limiting sometimes. Also i didn't take time to make the player look pretty at the bottom of the page, so there's that big ugly white space that i'm going to be too lazy to get rid of for the time being. sue me. 

we (as an apartment) have collectively decided to be more decorative this semester. This may be in part because the three roommates who we (being kevin, andrew, and myself) viewed less than favorably moved out, which means that we now own the controlling interest (as the guys who have lived here the longest) in the decor. the prison-style cinderblock walls are all but too drab sometimes. It was ultimately Andrew and Mat's decision to redecorate (or decorate at all), so they hit up the beginning-of-semester poster sale at the bookstore. here's the haul, along with other stuff we have hanging here:

This is the poster Mat drew for the St. Mary's game. On the back it says "Even St. Marry's Praises Noah" (being Noah Hartsock, one of the most ballerific players on the BYU basketball team). Oh yeah, That's right. "Mary's" is misspelled,thanks to jake for writing it on the sticky note for Mat wrong. you made it all the way to college without knowing how to spell. 

This is our apartment mascot, Mousellini (say it like the italian dictator). He belongs to kevin. Kevin likes to dress him like a hipster. He was once held hostage in a prank war, but yeah. also in the background is an obama sign in our window. We kind of like to display things that rattle people in our window.


Like this:

Now before my mother flies out here and murders me in my bed, I will say that the flag is no longer in my apartment. it was donated. it was a pure joke, and possibly the best dollar and a half i've ever spent on amazon, but a lot of people here took it way to seriously....both ways. Summers was unfriended on facebook by a girl because she was offended, and this other girl in our ward started coming by saying it made her day everytime she walked by our window (which is very visible from the parking lot) and saw the confederate flag flying. So, in honor of MLK day, I took it down. It might reappear.

Here we have some old-ish news. The women's soccer poster that hangs in every freshman dorm, but now we've added a divine comedy poster that kevin stole when we went to the show.

This is Andrew's poster. I refused to pitch in towards this one. I believe my apartment is the most diverse in political ideology out of my entire housing complex because we have a guy who would actually cash out for an obama poster. Hope for Change in 2012.

This is the poster that "represents the whole apartment." it hits on a number of levels.

Now for the grand finale: My Girl Taylor Swift. Fetch yeah we got a poster. originally she hung in our doorway so that she'd be staring at you as you walked in, but I spend more time in the kitchen so she got moved. Occasionally she'll fall off the wall, meaning that she's eaten too much. can you imagine a fat taylor swift? just saying.


In other news, I met an osmond tonight. big deal, right? he (nathan osmond) guest lectured in my intro to music biz class. i was impressed and unimpressed at the same time. while he gave some good advice, it was easy to see that much of his career had been made, even though he had tried as hard as he could for it not to be, because of who his father was (don osmond). told us all how hard it was to make it in the biz when you're donnie osmond's son. i feel your pain man, i feel it.

After class, jake and i headed down to the "Riv" to go hot tubbing with one of his friends from high school. it'll probably be a weekly occurrence. Call it "Hot Tub Book Club" or something.