crazy days.

Remember my last post?  The one where I was productive and I was wondering if I had grown into a responsible adult?  Well, today has proven that I am NOT a productive, responsible adult.  My productivity consisted of going to yoga class, running 3 miles, and going to work.  As we speak I'm proving my irresponsibleness by writing this blog when I have 4 hours of sketching to do for my drawing class and about 1 million pages to read in various books for various classes (all of the above is due tomorrow).  I had very good intentions when I opened up my computer to "turn on some music to listen to while I did homework" but you know how it goes... itunes leads to checking my email, and checking my email leads to checking facebook and checking facebook obviously leads to checking to see if any of the 1,000 blogs I follow have been updated and that leads me where you find me... feeling sorry for myself for not doing my homework (and writing a blog about it).  


I guess that's not really the only thing I'm here to write about though.  I also wanted to write about something I've been worried about since I was home this weekend, which is, Jimmer Ferdette (or however you spell his name).  I'm just concerned that my family loves him a little too much. Example: Mother and I are driving up to Daybreak and Mom turns on talk radio.  What's strange about that you ask?  Well... SHE TURNED IT TO 1280 THE ZONE!  Since when does my Mom prioritize what she wants to listen to on the radio in the following way 1- Sports talk (to see if they are talking about Jimmer) and then 2- Rush Limbaugh???? What is going on here??  Oh yeah... guess what else she did, she made my look Jimmer up on facebook so that I could see a picture of him when he was like ten or something and the she says, "I don't know, I just think of him as my son..." So now we've got Erin who is going to name her baby based on some version of Jimmer's name and my Mom who thinks he is her son. These are crazy days we're living through.