So. I'm dumb.

So i dont' remember when I made this, but it's made and I feel like I should share it with all of you.

Because it's really really really dumb. 

and poor video quality is due to blog totes mcgotes killing the quality, and then my silly video thingie isn't great quality either.

And I know that there isn't sound to it. 

See, when I made this, I was thinking "Yeah, i'm totally going to go over and edit this and make funny shit"

and then in reality I was all, "Yeah... i have other things to do"

and I did the other things.

Also.

My eye brows look fucking great in this video.

That's one thing every girl should at the very least have.

Great eyebrows.

Holy Chanel..

Like we need any explanation for Karl Lagerfeld's masterpiece. The stage, the clothes, the beauty.. I loved this show! Under the sea we go! ...

Coffee Reviews.

So as an online student I've found that I spend a LOT of time in coffee shops drinking coffee and doing homework.
Yep. Thus is the life of an online student. It's pretty chill.
Anyways, so this is going to be my coffee review.
I usually drink only mochas. I like the chocolate-y coffee-ness of it.
And I don't go to the same coffee shop more than once in a row, so this is kinda nice.
So here's the coffee shops that I've frequented since school has started.
Star bucks- Downtown,
Caribou- Canal Park.
Star bucks- At the mall
Beaners- West Duluth.

Star Bucks (Downtown)
They're average as far as coffee shops go. I mean, yeah it's a huge chain of coffee shops, but this one is pretty average in their product, I've never had a stellar cup of mocha here. Ever. And I suppose that's fine, at least they're consistant in their average product.
Their customer service though, I think that's what sets them apart in this coffee shop filled world.
The baristas at this star bucks are always really friendly, in the morning, after then noon rush they kinda lose a little bit of their cheerfullness. So maybe that's what keeps them in the average category.
their mocha, is just a mocha. Nothing special about it, it's not overly chocoaltely, not overly bitter. it's just a cup of mocha.
Thumbs up from morgan: 6/10. Average.

Caribou ( canal Park)
Now I've always been a fan of Caribou, maybe I like them a little bit more than Star Bucks. Who knows. Anyways. These people are little above average for me to be honest. They're always cheerful, no matter which chain you go to (except maybe the one up by the mall... not in the mall by the mall.) And I like it when my barista is super happy and gives me the feeling that they may or may not being doing coke in the break room. It's a satisfying excitement, and makes me feel like I'll be excited about my drink. Which i usually am.
And when I 'm there, I've never hada  true mocha from them. I'm not even sure if tehy have a real mocha. I usually get a campfire mocha, which is pretty much the same thing, just with you know mini marshmallows :3
and it's delicious, always. No matter what. I've never had a bad campfire mocha. Ever. (except maybe at the one up by the mall.. it was an average one.)
Rate: 8/10 (: They're delicious. Love me some Bou.

Star Bucks at the mall
This is my favorite star bucks. Not only because it's in the greatest bookstore in the world (minus their ridiculous prices sometimes) But this one is so goooooddd. The people who work there are the quirkiest and the funniest and sometimes even the cutest! Ahh!
So here's my "why this starbucks is the best ever over everyone else's starbucks" so I went there with my auntie once, right? And I got a mocha. And it was the crappiest mocha I had ever drank in my entire life, so i went up to the counter and was all, "there is something off about this mocha." and the barista was all "do you have any germs that will make me sick and possibly die of aids?" and i was all "nope." and so she took a sip and was all "my god you'r rigth" and tossed it and then made me THE BEST FRICKEN MOCHA I HAD EVER FRICKEN DRANK IN MY ENTIRE FRICKEN LIFE. Like, it was a coffee chocolate orgasm in my mouth. I've never had one soooo goood. ah, i want it now.
Morgans ratie" 10-10 fuck yeah.

Beaners- west duluth.
this place is strange. They're good, I've been here many times for open mic night which is really fun! And I encourage everyone to go! it's on my bucket list to perform something on open mic night here, maybe i will. but not anytime soon i need to have a plan first. haha.
But this place is cool. it's super chill, the people who work here are interesting and chill and cool you know?
But the mocha i'm drinking right now.
is the biggest waste of 4.32 i have ever made.
it's not the money, i don't care about the money. i'm talking about this cup of coffe.
it fricken sucks. like it tastes like shitty milk and crappy coffee beans.
Like eating straight up roasted beans. Like dirt.
But i can't complain. i'm using their wifi.

I'm Pro-Crastination.

I'm sitting in starbucks; the one at the mall.
Trying to write (kinda) the 50 point essay on Kafka.
Guess how it's going. Go on, guess.
It's not.
I have the intro done and that's like it.
I love essay writing I really really really really really do.
It's one of my weird favorite things, but I just cannot write it.
You know what that means? My slump is back.
It comes and goes and right now it came back and it's fucking with me.
It usually does. I get a week off from being sad and deperessed and devoid of life and culture and things,
and then when that week of inspiration is up and I have so many plans for things that I want to  do,
I'm back where I started, depressed and uninterested in everything around me.
The only reason I can blog is because even though I can't focus on anything because I'm severely uninterested in everything I have this need to be doing something. I need to do something. I need to have busy hands.
And my hands are busy telling you pointless things about how I'm sad again.
I don't want to tell you how sad I am, I want to tell you interesting things, but it seems that this is all that i can tell you.
Oh i had a dream last night.

So, this is my dream.

I was in Goodwill with Amber, (I think that's the first time I've ever mentioned her name in my blog. Just saying. Realizations.) And we were looking for something, I don't know what. But we didn't find it and then we were on our way to my parents new beach house on the coast (which coast, i dont' know I think it might've been east coast) and so we were on our way and we were travelling with a big group and we came to this swampy river thing that I was almost one hundred percent positive was infested with aligators, So I made amber carry me across, as I was screaming and kicking about how we were going to be eaten by alligators. Once we were on the other side there was a group of people hanging out on the side of this cliff thing and my friend Hannah McDaniel was there, and i went and said HI! And then we went into my house, and I don't know where Amber went and I was with my friend Jo now, and we were exploring my new house and looking all of the cool things because it had secret rooms and hallways and things. And then I tried to kiss  (and now i'm remembering why I decided not to list names in my blogs... because I have weird dreams.) Joey. And he was all "Uhhh, nooo." And I was upset and confused, "What/ Why?! *sad face*" but we just kept on exploring and went on with looking through my house like nothing happened. And then there was this evil thing possesing all ofthese toys that were inteh basement and the basement looked a lot like an old underground train station. And so we're all lookin' and stuff and and this evil thing tries to posses this one toy and you can tell when a toy becomes possessed because it gets this clown face paint on it. and the only way to kill it is to burn it.
so we're burnin' it and melting it and things, and then when we htink we've burned the evil out of it it's now a deformed toy and little does anyone know, i don't know how i knew i jsut did, but the toy was tricking us and making us think we saved him when really the evil didn't die because we didn't burn it long enough (if we did it right the toy would have been cute again, but we didn't know that) and he was pissed secretly and was going to murder us all.
So yeah, that was my dream.
I'm so tired lately, it seems that no matter how much sleep i get it's never enough. Ever ever ever. Which sucks.
I'm going to do my homework later. I can't focus right now.

Au revoir.
Dynamo.

Tattoo Wednesday?

I missed Tattoo tuesday.
(not that i kept up with any of my purposed dates)
but her ear tattoos.


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OHEMGEE. Cactaur from final fantasy. ahhhhh (:

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catcher in the rye fuck yeah.




portal!

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I learned a story when I was younger about Canadian Geese in school, and it stuck with me. Basically - Canadian Geese always fly in formation with the strongest one leading, and if one of the birds get sick, hurt, or too tired to continue on, another bird will go down the ground with it, and stay until the bird is ready to continue or dies. They never truly leave eachother alone in a time of need. So - this is my dad, mom, brother, & me.

Done by Mike at Tatarama :) Love it.

I fucking love audrey kawasaki.

That's pretty fucking sweet if you ask me. 

diabetes tattoo.

I think it's really cool.

and now for a kinda dumb tattoo

Really?

I'm so smart.

Question from world history:
The ancient Greeks believed that strong healthy citizens helped to strengthen the city-state.  Do you think that this principle is true today? Explain.


class answers: 
"Being healthy means that you are strong and willing, and if the people are not strong and willing the whole system will collapse so yes I do believe that this is true."


"Being healthy shows you have initiative and drive to take care of yourself and for better reasons. If you can for yourself, you probably can for the city."


"Yes, i think it is true today. If people are healthy they can focus better and concentrate on the decisions they need to make. Also being healthy they can do more to help out around the city. The healthier they are the more things they can do and help out with."


Etc.
They all say the same thing. 
What do I say? becayse im a fucking genius.


*I didn't go through and edit it, so it's just kind of jumbled thoughts, but i still think my answer is the best.


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I think it's a great idea to have strong healthy citizens, but I don't think it still applies to today. I don't think so because there are so many advances in technology today that we don't need to be physically healthy or strong because we have machines to do these things for us. Take for example Steve Jobs. He created the entire Apple corporation and has cancer and is continuously fighting cancer. We all know that Cancer is an extreme life threatening disease and that most people don't survive having it. But here he is making millions of dollars by continuously creating small pieces of technology that we know and love all while battling cancer.
And for another example take Stephen Hawking. He is a theoretical physicist and a cosmologist. He's a professor. He's a genius. And he's almost completely paralyzed. A long time ago that wouldn't have happened, he probably wouldn't have lived past a young age, but here he is teaching classes at Universities and writing books.A long time ago having cancer or being paralyzed would have made you an invalid in Greece, but today it does not truly matter your physical state of being but rather your mental state of being."


And the longest (;

Hank.

I have a cat named Hank. He's just your regular medium length haired black cat.
He's of a medium build. You know, not fat, but he's pretty big, but not small in anyway.
And I love him.
I love him so absolutely much.
Like, I could cry right now just thinking about how much I love my cat.

A few days ago my dad got SUPER FRICKEN PISSED.
Why?
Because hank might have (not saying he did, not saying he didn't. If the glove don't fit you must acquit right? (ooohh, morgan. don't go there. too late. ) ripped some of the new-ish carpet out that is at the corner of my bedroom door. why did hank rip it out? because he was trying to get to me because he loves me too. (awwuh kitty person ruined carpet love story! my favorite!)
And so after like two or three weeks of having ripped carpet, (i noticed, I wasn't gonna say anything) my dad finally saw.
And fricken screamed his head off at me and said that hank was going to the pound the next day.
I cried for like five hours (Not even a slight exaggeration.)
And then when my dad was outside drinking and mowing the lawn (at like seven, it's dark around seven. idk. he was mostly drinking and operating vehicles.) I ran upstairs and found Hank and brought him into my room and we cuddled and I cried some more and pet him and just kinda watched him like I did this other night that had similar catastophes. though i fell asleep and when i woke up my other pet was gone already. He didn't go to the pound. that is a separate story. Anyways.
So i was watching hank and crying and being sad, because Hank is like my best friend.
We run around the house together. We chill in our undies together. We cuddle like all the fricken time.
(LIKE RIGHT NOW!) he's totally cuddled around my feet and bein' all "I love you Morgan."
I love you too Hank.
I mean, I've only had him for not even an entire year, but I feel like we've been together my entire life.
He's like my little guard kitty. You know?
Like, not to get all religious on you guys, but he's like my little guardian angel, or spirit or whatever.
No.
He's like my Patronus. (I know I know. I haven't read the books, and the movies don't really do the books justice, but I like this better) He's my happy little silvery light thing that protects me.
He greets me when I come home and he is by my side within the first few minutes of wakefullness, (whether i get out of bed or not, he just somehow knows i'm awake and he comes to my side. It's magical)
And he talks to me all the time and sings me songs too!
I know I sound like a crazy cat lady, and who cares maybe I am. Sue me.
But Hank to me is the one thing that I will always have. He's my one true love!
And when I think about my future, I can always see a clear picture of me waking up in my happy sunny cute apartment somewhere, walking down a sunny hallway in underwear (i'm happiest when i wear underwear) and a t-shirt, with hank circling around my feetsies as i walk to idk the kitchen?
It's just a happy nostolgic thought.
I just love him (:
And my dad loves him too, because he's not in the pound obviously.
My dad was just mad.
And now me and hank are just lovin' each other over here.